There are people she has to really teach, people she has to stand beside and watch every gesture and so she studies Lafayette as he prepares to shoot again and she can tell right away he's not one of those. "Feels better, doesn't it?" she asks after he's taken the shot, a grin curving her lips before she holsters her pistol again. Then she lifts her rifle and sets it comfortably in the hollow of her shoulder as she moves into position at the next target. She looks down the sights and lets out a breath as she squeezes the trigger, the shot hitting dead centre.

There's nothing in the world she's as good at as she is shooting. And there's nothing in the world that makes her feel quite so good.

"I guess you can tell which one of those relaxing situations I'd go for," she says, grinning at him over her shoulder.