“Ahh.” Now she understood better. Summer fished in her back pocket and showed Fitz the id with her clearance level on it. Level seven. “That help any?”
He breathed a small sigh of relief. “I was in Peru and these civilian militia types started firing at the ruin we were examining and somebody got shot because I was so slow and he kept saying KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN and they kept firing and I’m almost positive I was going to die fifteen times that day.”
“And yet you’re still here,” she smiled, “so you obviously did something right.” She paused for a second, regarding him with narrowed eyes. “What I can’t figure out is what you want to do about it. Do you want to be able to defend yourself in that kind of situation, when it comes up again? Do you even want to be in circumstances where it could be an issue again?”