The way Tyson put it sure made it sound a lot grander than it actually was. She scratched her cheek somewhat awkwardly, coming to the realization she was about to put the (admittedly fantastic) notion to rest. "It's... rather boring for most people, actually. I just need to use scalpels, tools and spray paint for model kits. I build them as a hobby." She explained. Even in the Muggle world it was a bit of a peculiar hobby, as far as she knew. Most people didn't envision sitting in a chair and building what was a small figure for many hours at a time with little room for error as their definition of 'fun'. "Still beats out dancing in the rain, I think. At least I'm indoors when I do that." Nevermind the danger of slicing your finger if you held up the pieces incorrectly.
"...Mm. Yeah, I can see that, but still. I guess I just can't shake off 'Muggle common sense' so easily. Neither can you." Old habits die hard. "Even so. I don't really do it to improve myself, necessarily. I just like exploring that sort of thing. And maybe it sounds odd, but I appreciate what Muggle hands and minds can do more than what magic can." It took a whole lot more hard work and ingenuity to replicate similar things, and Muggles just dominated things already existing in nature. For as destructive as they could be, that adaptability was certainly admirable.
It felt like beating a dead horse at that point, trying to work with the Sturts. Tyson was right - there wasn't a thing they could do to teach them how to work as a cohesive unit from an outside standpoint, and Chloe was just one person and knew first hand that they wouldn't bother to listen to someone as passive in general as she was, competition or not. Their own arrogance was their downfall, and since she didn't really held any Sturts too close to heart, she didn't feel particularly bad about it. It was rather ironic, however, because she would help them to the best of her ability if they so much as asked.
The conversation was starting to be a bit distracting, and Chloe found some difficulty in actually processing the colors of the shin guards she was looking at while maintaining the extended conversation with the Bourke. "I know I can do it." She elaborated. "I'm just not sure if I'm the right pick for the job." She was of the school of thought that you should only do something if you sure you wanted to when it came to important life decisions - an actual job was one of them. Did she want to teach an art she had grown mostly disinterested in over the years? Would it be fair to the students if her heart wasn't fully in it?
"...Last case scenario, we can just hire someone else." There weren't a whole lot of martial arts masters in Narragyambie, of course, but she hoped one of their more tenured practitioners would be up for the task instead. It was easy money in her eyes. "It shouldn't be that hard."
Of course, she knew full well no one would move out to the sticks for a part time job in some random dojo.
"...I shouldn't worry too much about it. One thing at a time." She ultimately settled with focusing on the upcoming exams. She wasn't one to worry too much to begin with. She needed to stop letting the prospect of doing something she didn't like far down the road get under her skin.