The girl said that she doubted she had powers, and Darcy found that the insult came so quickly. “Yeah, so do I.” It was spoken in a bright, cheery tone, relaxed and happy. Yes, Darcy could be rough and tough and mean and nasty, but she knew that dealing with girls here was different than dealing with sailors. If one of the sailors got mad enough, she knew that a few punches, a lager, and a drinking song later they would all be friends again. In girl world, as she had been told by her dormmates, one bad run in could lead to a lifetime rivalry.
And Darcy did not have the time for that.
“I feel like I’d remember being on a yacht, and that wouldn’t make me a sailor, either,” Darcy assured her. The girl tried to claim that it was the name of the tape, but even that was a bold statement. “Assumptions are terrible things to say. You can’t take them back, and you know the old rhyme. They make an ass out of you and me.” She smiled, shrugging, as she bent down to close up the boxes and restack them on top of each other.
The comment about looking sailor-ish struck her – a little delayed, yes, but it struck her. She straightened up and began an earnest questioning. “I look ‘sailor-ish’? How many sailors do you know? Do I look suited for a boat? And, lastly, didn’t your parents ever tell you that judging was a sin?” Ooh, she had just gone Catholic on the girl. And yet, she was asking as though she were asking for the time.