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Tobias was off hunting, which meant Rachel had some time to do some training. Her gun is at the bottom of her bag back at their campsite - which is where it's been since even before Tobias arrived. She hasn't lifted it in ages, much less practiced shooting, but there have been other things to do.

Forget the job at the farm. She didn't understand it anyway.

Morphing was all well and good but the difficult part only lasted thirty seconds, a few minutes at most. After that, her mind is free to wander. Rachel wants to be distracted, occupied but hiding behind the mind of her morph is... not an option. Not right.

It was stupid. A couple of ghosts and she already knew she couldn't fight them. What was she going to do? Research? Watch and learn? They didn't need her for that.

Gymnastics was good to keep her mind occupied. If she worked hard enough, she'd be too focused on her body to think much. And things are fine anyway, she'll stress herself out over nothing.

She didn't want to go anyway.

She'll work up to gymnastics. Right now, she's running on the road out of Metropolis, working up her heart rate, stretching before trying anything new.

It was a stupid job.

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Dick looks at her thoughtfully, and smiles a little, deciding. "Yeah. Once."

Rachel frowns, thinking about this. Another morpher? Maybe, but he would have likely looked more smug about it, or teased her some more. There were also those 'heroes' Dean had talked about, maybe someone they ran into at the farm or...

"You're that gymnast guy," she informs him after a moment, surprised.

Dick lifts a hand in ironic salute.

"Guilty as charged," he agrees, grinning. "I'd be more worried about spilling secret identities, but in this world it just doesn't seem to matter so much, you know."

"Well, you know I can morph," Rachel points out, unconcerned and shrugging while she lifts the water bottle again. "So if you're screwed, so am I. Don't worry about it."

Dick grins, amused. "Yeah, I somehow doubt that any of our usual villains are hanging out in this world, or could do anything if they were. We're basically OK really.

"So how's the gymnastics going? Did you find a teacher?"

Rachel's eyebrows lift and she laughs at him, incredulous. "Yeah, I stopped by all the local gyms to ask about it. No, of course not."

Which might be why she ran five miles on her own for no outwardly obvious reason.

Dick laughs. "Well, I'm not the only one around. It's possible. Although I doubt any of us are working at gyms."

He yawns, stretching. "Is everything OK?"

She did just, you know, run five miles on her own for no apparent reason.

"Peachy."

She tosses the empty water bottle back to him.

"Just working on this body since the other ones are fine. Thanks for that."

Ever environmentally conscious, Dick tucks it back in his bike bag for later disposal. "No problems. Really? You're that determined?"

Rachel arches a brow, starting to take offense, and shrugs again. "Not much else to be around here. I'm determined to not get killed, yes."

Dick didn't mean to offend her! :o

"I know Dinah runs training sessions back at the farm," he offers, thoughtfully. "But she's not, hmmm. Not so much for the gymnastic side of things."

He is totally considering teaching people again. He just needs a little nudge.

"Dinah," the name is stressed, as if it could be an insult, "probably requires her students to be at the farm. I don't live there."

She isn't welcome there.

"I do what I can for hand-to-hand. I'm more worried about gymnastics. If I can get distance, I can morph."

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"Hmmmmmm, good point."

Thinky Dick is thinky. He rubs his chin.

"Are you - you work with Winchester, yeah? Are you busy for a while? I mean, if I was looking at taking on any kinda apprentice or anything, it'd be serious hard work."

Rachel snorts, shaking her head, arms crossing over her chest. "I don't work with anybody."

That he knows of - and Tobias might not want her saying much.

Eyebrows lift up high and she stares at him for a minute. "You want to train me?"

Dick nods, and then shrugs. "Well, I'm considering it. I could definitely use a hand, the mess Metropolis is in now. Have to wait until we get Jubes back in her body though; that's top priority at the moment."

Rachel frowns at him, unsure but considering. "Dean was talking about getting on his way. They should be at the farm, probably for you, by the end of the week."

Wait a little while, get a teacher that moves like nothing she's ever seen, that can teach her to compensate for her height and her build.

"...I'll be here when you're done. Let me know when you're done considering."

"Will do," Dick promises easily, smiling at her. "I've got a radio from O - you've got her frequency?"

"I don't hang onto the radio," Rachel replies, shaking her head. She's about to offer for him to just tell Jo when he needs her - but it's not nearly as likely that Jo will know where she is anymore.

Which just makes her frown again, sulky again.

"I'll be around. There's a campsite in the woods about a mile east of the entrance to Metropolis - that's were I stay."

"I'll find you," Dick tells her. "Could be a while - I don't know how long it'll take to get Sparrow sorted. But I'll find you, when I'm free."

"I have other things to do," Rachel assures him with a shrug.

This is an abject lie.

"Oh good."

Dick takes it at face value, even though he really knows better.

He has things to do too.

"See you around, then, okay?"