[ huh! she's actually kind of surprised he's sitting with her. means he might stick around for a while. and she's just kind of watching him looking over at the targets, trying to figure out what he's going to choose to get all nitpicky about. because that's what he does, he picks at shit. finds something to dig into and digs into it. but she does the same thing, sometimes. it's more fun than just small talk, at least. ]

What's with it? Well. [ her eyes move from his face to the gun in her hands, and she pulls her knees up just so she can rest her arms on them, holds the gun in both hands. ] Being good at shooting things, as you might know, requires some accuracy. Target practice is how you get better at it. [ but she knows that's not what he meant, she's just being a smartass. ] I haven't practiced in a while, and I guess I just wanted to make sure I didn't lose my sight after being here not shooting for so long.