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[After not popping her head in for a while, here's Santana! She's got some sweet heavy-duty earmuffs and seems...a lot happier than usual. Probably has something to do with the .45 in her hand. Safety on, unloaded, like a good girl.]

So now that I'm like, a thousand times better at this shooting thing, I think I should be in zombie movies. When I get home, it's straight to Hollywood. It's not like I can go back to school, I've missed way too much, and I'll end up a super senior. And that's embarrassing.

Who wouldn't hire me? I'm hot, I can sing, I wouldn't need a stunt double, and I can take my clothes off. Plus, I have all kinds of experience with shitty gimmick horror movies because my life currently is one. Syfy channel will blow their load the second they see "secret lesbian garden" on a resume.

Flawless.

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I think you might have some kinda super power after all. [She laughs.]

You know, guns are great and everything, but if you want some training in hand to hand combat, I'm a government operative. I've got loads of experience. If you can get up all close and personal, it'll make you even more marketable. And more hot.

Wow, you lay it on really thick, don't you?

Yeah, why not? I'm having fun. Aren't you?

You sound like you're trying to pick me up at a seedy bar or something. I'm at the shooting range. So much classier.

Nah, that's just how I talk. I do like seedy bars, though.

Is that an invitation? Cause I love playing with guns.

Enjoy your career as a phone sex operator.

I can't just invite you, it's not mine. It's Larry's.

Like I said, I work for the government. Phone sex's more of a hobby. I'm a real gifted amateur.

Well, can you ask this Larry if I can come over? The Queen didn't think to bring any firearms along with me. My partner and me could use a few.

Cute.

You can make whatever you want out of the magic dirt.

Thanks. I know.

If someone's making guns, why can't they make me one? It'll give 'em something to do. [She's civic minded like that. Or lazy.]

Because she's not your personal vending machine.

Relax, baby. I was just gonna ask her about it. It gets so boring around here, it'd be nice to have more people to hang out and shoot stuff with.

What are you getting all worked up for? Don't worry, I'm not gonna try to steal your girl.

She's not my girl.

Oh yeah? Then what's the problem?

[Subject change.] Do you have a girl?

No problem. Whatever.

[The fact that she even has to think about this is embarrassing, ugh. Truthfully, she would consider Larry her girl if it didn't make her sound like a clingy loser. Or if she gave a shit about monogamy.

And then there's Brittany, at home...ugh, she must look so lame right now. Time to roll her eyes and carry on.]

No, I don't.

[Reno notices the hesitation, and though she doesn't exactly know what it means, she smirks, because it must mean something.] Yeah, looks like you don't have any problem at all.

But hey, what a coincidence. I don't have one either. Must be fate.

Yeah, two people are single at the same time. Magic.

[Reno realizes she's enjoying talking to Santana. It's less boring than talking to most of the other chicks here. She plays along, amused.]

I know, right?

So, your place or mine?

[Hm...eh, why the hell not?]

Yours.

That's what I like to hear.

I live in the big new apartment building, if you know it. The third floor's mine. You can come right on over.

I'll try to pop in.

I'll be here.

And you can bring your pretty gun along. I'd love to watch you shoot.

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