"That's.. really impressive-." Bobby raised a brow in bewilderment in how nonchalant she was about that fact, watching her push the arrowhead against her skin. His expression turned awkward when she mentioned what she put that skill to use for, trying to offer a nod of understanding as she mentioned her childhood struggles. In truth, a young Robert never wanted for anything, he was the son of Love Castell, but he wasn't his father's son in that moment. He was Bobby, Just Bobby.
When she asked about his training, his mouth hung agape for a beat, thinking of how he should answer. Until,
"Alot of different people, but mostly my Father." Not untrue, but not revealing the entirety of his extensive training.
"It's nothing special, really, just fundamentals and such." He offered a lying smile.