You don't survive on Pandora without quick reflexes, especially if you're a thirteen year old living out in the Tundra Express. Tina practically launched herself off the stand to avoid the lunge, landing on her feet with only minimal stumbling. She then spun, now looking less insanely delighted and more irritated.

"Girl, you trying to get cut? Whaddaya think you're doin', jumping around like that? What's your deal?" If Tina grew up on another planet, she might recognize things like 'authority'. Of course, if she grew up on another planet, she probably also wouldn't be an orphan with a penchant for detonation.

Funny how that works out.