Karen huffs out a breath that’s almost a laugh at the way he phrases that, rolling her eyes fondly. There’s really no better way to say it. And she appreciates that there’s a bit of joking going on while they practice. She’s pretty sure that her nerves would through the roof otherwise. It’s a very low stress situation – she trusts Matt – but it’s the implication of why she’s learning it.

There’s no missing the swell of triumphant pride when she successfully dislodges his grasp. She lets go of his hand so that he can reposition himself where he wants to go for whatever comes next. She’s listening attentively as he talks, nodding along. It’s obvious how it could be useful to yank both hands off at once. But it’s just as obvious that it might not always be necessary. You get one hand off, you’ve already opened up your airway.

“You could teach a class.” She’s only half joking. “Daredevil Defense Demonstrations.” He’d never have time for it with everything else he has going on, but it’s half joke and half compliment. He’s off to a good start with his patient, slow paced instruction.