"I haven't been impulsive enough to do that yet, but I did the math for it and a tank's armor piercing round is about 500 times the energy of an M2 Browning fifty cal shot, and according to my backlash math with flinging medicine balls and stuff it would take me from nothing to about half of Hell Week all at once! I could fling a car like a tornado easier than I could imitate a modern main battle tank! Those things are scary and I'm probably not gonna actually do a full on tank style shot, like, ever!"

"Well, uh, we can start out pretty low and you can increase if you want?  Please don't backlash yourself even halfway to Hell Week.  I mean, if you had to, I'd be the best person to have around?  But.  This is just a, uh."  He pauses for a second to think of the exact phrasing.  "Low commitment casual guiding session.  Gotta keep it casual, right?"

"Rebuttal: Tanks are cool! But, uh, gotcha. I've been thinking about bein' your squished-for-hours guide for your healing thing and brain is returning a solid 'maybe', by the way."

She pulls a few sealed little boxes from her backpack.

"These are plastic and metal BBs of different weights. Part of my new training routine is to shoot different weights and aim for the same speed no matter the different weights, and then try to send the same weights at different speeds, like, exactly 100 feet per second, then exactly 120. I didn't specify in advance so uh no worries if not, but does this place have a 'ballistic chronograph'? To check projectile speeds."

"Hey, hey, this is casual time here.  I'm - I think you're cool?  But - I don't want an answer from you right now.  Not even today, really?  You can make your own choices, but I don't want to pressure you or anything."  He works his jaw for a second, then speaks again.  "I do appreciate knowing I haven't scared you off yet."

Anyway.  Subject change to the ballistic chronometer!

"Yeah, they just had one put in."  Probably because of you, but maybe that's something you'd be embarrassed if I pointed it out?  "You'll have to show me how to use it, though, I've never had to set one up."  Tim steps away long enough for find safety glasses and ear protection for the two of them.

This is something she can take seriously, at least! Though she does pretty easily bounce between hyper and sleepy at times...

"Oh, the earpro has a radio in it, that's fancy. Hi testing can you heaaaaar me?"

"Loud and clear.  And you?"  He takes a moment to buff away a little spec of dust from his glasses with his shirt.

"Same, loud and clear."

She come back over and then set up the chronometer and explain how it works, while still guiding with one arm.

"I really should get one of these of my very own, get it pro calibrated and stuff. I'm just not used to... Spending money and other people's time yet. Gives me the willies on some level even as I try to think it's fine if people are getting paid. That's what the agency is for, I s'pose."

"Yeah, it's been kind of weird.  I - we weren't poor, exactly, but we were always...money conscious?"  He shrugs a little.  "So it's just...sometimes I just boggle so hard realizing how much everything's changed since even just six months ago.  I'd still do it, but.  It's really crazy."

"Esper money buddies? 'What do I even do with ten thousand dollars'."

The chronometer is set. She looks around in a sanity checking moment, double checking that downrange is clear. She opens her box of little plastic spheres.

"These are one gram plus or minus two percent. I'm going to try to register as close to one hundred fifty feet per second each time. Then try to walk up by increments of twenty five, to five hundred. That's still a lot less energy than even most pistols. Double checking, am I good to fire?"

"For me, the answer was 'replace every single item of clothing I own'.  You probably don't have that problem, though."

He pauses for a second, then puts a second arm around the arm he's holding.  "Fire at will."  Let's see how cool your power is.  It's exciting!!  He's excited!

It might as well be instant.

She puts the tray of tiny neon green plastic balls under one hand and - one of them bounces seemingly of its own volition up to just the right height, hovers momentarily right in front of her face, and-

-zwip. The chronometer registers 155.7 and the bright green ball 'tinks' lightly off the five meter target, ricocheting off towards the ceiling.

Then another. Bounce-zwip. 150.4. Bounce-zwip. 148.5. Bounce-zwip. 154.0

This is so cool!!!!!  He'll let Wendy rack up as much backlash as she feels comfortable doing, then grin down at her.  "Okay, that is such a cool power."  And the guiding feels even better as she accumulates backlash, so.  That's a nice bonus.

Oh, she's hardly getting any at all on such light projectiles. She'll work up to metal BBs later that will start pinging it noticeably. She pauses after about 20 shots to bring out the next weight class.

"It really is! I'm a living railgun! And I figure it's kinda useless to just smash things into a wall, so- Precision. Once I start using it like an extension of my own body I'll start doing other stuff. Parkour, target courses... I have some ideas about, uh, specialized sights and the like but my agent was all 'fundamentals first!' and I don't really disagree."

"Yeah.  Maybe I'm talking too much about my own experiences here?  But a lot of the time you won't realize what you need until you play around with your power more.  So, I'd focus on trying new things, figuring out tricks with your power, that kind of thing." 

"I can kinda fly and parkour with it but it's dangerous, and real backlashy compared to shooting around small stuff. And I'm anti-psychic apparently but that's backlashy as fuck too. Really, figuring out that small mass high velocity is more efficient is kinda already that? Of course, 'railgun' was the first thing I tried. Embedded a penny into a brick wall."

"Damn.  Okay, you weren't playing around, huh?  You got a nice package."  Phrasing?!?!?  "Er, a package of powers.  You know."  Smooth.  "How'd you figure out you were anti-psychic?"

"Yeah, kinda lucky. It's cool! ...They did it as part of power testing?"

"Oh, good.  Better than the other option, right?"

"Mm, it's- No, no, cutting off a rant, here."

Pop up, zwip. Pop-up, zwip...

"...Codenames! I haven't got any name ideas that aren't taken or sucky. Thoughts?"

"Oh no.  Wendy, do you have any idea how many codenames I had to try before I got mine?  And I had to go to Spanish to get one that didn't suck!"

"Well if I end up deciding the whole premise is stupid I can just be Wendy. 'Railgun' is, of course, taken."

"Uh.  Hrrrmmmmm.  Ricochet?  AP?  Sl-nevermind."  DO NOT NICKNAME YOUR PARTNER SLUG EVEN THOUGH THAT'S WHAT RAILGUN PROJECTILES WERE CALLED IN THAT ONE SHOW.  "Er.  Pellet?  Mrrhhh."

She continues popping plastic BBs down range as she talks, though she talks a bit slowly. "I was thinking maybe something, mm, magnetic-like, since railguns are magnetic launchers. But that might get confusing in a bad way. 'Magrail? Oh, she's surely going to be useful for this metal dungeon!' The other major riff my power gives me is like... Pushing things away? 'Repulsive', el-mao."

Magrail gets a little chuckle, but Repulsive gets her a snort.  "Yeah, no.  Uh.  Hrm.  Magneto?  Polar?  I think that's taken, actually.  Monopole?  Isn't that a thing?"  Damn, that's a cool power.  He gloms on a little closer as the backlash racks up.