"He had his vice-chief help with my training," Sheena said matter-of-factly and without a trace of arrogance. Tiga was more like an uncle to her, anyway. My whole "family" is not related by blood, she thought wryly. "I've also come up with my own training....which I'm going to have to find a substitute for. It involved my Fire Cards, which are gone."

She shook her head. "When I'm fighting, I'm not usually that clumsy. It's outside of battle that the klutz in me comes out." She looked at him. "On average, how many large holes does a person fall into in their life?"