I keep waiting for a growth spurt to happen, but it seems unlikely since I didn't get a lot to eat when I was younger. I've always been small for my age, and weak.

[Armin steps into the office, giving it a once over. He makes sure to sit somewhere the exit is readily accessible. Liza mews, wanting to be put down, but Armin continues to hold her. He doesn't really trust this place, and he can't lose her. Can't.]

But I beat you in a sharpshooting contest. You were running a hustle, taking bets, and I turned it around on you. [A faint smile.] About... hm... six months ago for me.