Brigid is not really sure what to do. But, right now, she needs to clear her mind and take on a new task: That of training someone in KRav Maga. It's been at least two years since she's done any herself and a bit longer than that since she worked with anyone.

Hopefully, it's like riding a bike.

She hasn't found a job yet, either, and that bothers her. She needs a job. Because translating Gaelic isn't going to get her very far here.

She smiles, walking into the room, and leaving the problems behind her. Her teachers always told her that whatever went on outside got left there.

"I should be asking you that. You realize you're going to be sore tomorrow?"