"Wider stance. Breathing." Amelia nods a bit as she adjusts her feet. "Got it."

The first shot still misses. Hell, it's further off the target than every shot from the last clip. But she can't stop now - Dean is counting on her to have his back and to be able to take care of herself out there. She can't give in to her anger or frustration at her lack of progress, and so she tries again. And again. And again. Until finally, on the last bullet of the magazine, she gets it right. She stares at the target in disbelief for a few seconds before looking at him with the biggest, happiest smile he's likely to ever see on her face.

"I did it!"