[When the pair of knives clink into the tray, he examines them, sighs at the inferior quality, and decides they're going to have to do. Then he leads the way to the training room.

The story isn't very encouraging about her ability to swing a bat, but maybe she's gotten better since she was a (younger) kid.]

Well, somebody's gotta be out there to catch the fly balls. Probably nobody bothered to actually teach you anything, right? Just threw you in there and expected you to figure it out?