"I'm shit for a shot." She starts. It's probably not the best admission, but maybe if she lays the spectacular failures out first, Cindy will find something she can work with. Looking down at the gun resting on her arm, she continues.

"...but I'm a fast learner. Tasks and assignments won't be followed with questions. I'm a good fence and an even better spotter." She clears her throat, not sure if she's making any headway or blowing it. Whether this falls through or not isn't particularly a concern the more she considers it. Finding work won't be hard, it's simply a matter of finding work she can stand. If Rex gave her Cindy's contact information, this was the job that would be tolerable.

"I'm accustomed to human targets and prey." Whether they were zombies or the poor saps she held up, it didn't particularly matter. She was liable to shoot a sentient human form in Zombieland.