Touching is such a strange thing. Where she's from, no one just touches another person without reason. There's affection or comfort or some kind of meaning behind it. It's a pragmatic world she's from and that's made Amelia into the pragmatic woman that stands next to him now. Dean may not understand it - or like it when it deflates his ego like this - but she's not about to stop being this way any time soon.

With a nod, she removes the magazine from the shotgun and reloads it as Dean fires off his rounds at the target. Although guns are still a relatively new thing to her, she's not one to be easily rattled by loud noises or things that could hurt her (she has many scars to prove that) and so she doesn't look up as he shoots. It's less of a struggle to reload this time and when she finishes, she tries to focus her energy and attention into hitting the target with her shots. They all have varying degrees of success, but are, for the most part, on point. It'll still be a while before she masters this, but the small step forward today will be a big help in the long run.

"So," she begins after firing off the last round, "what am I shooting next today?" A beat, and then she clarifies, "What other kind of gun am I shooting today?" No need for him to worry that she's about to turn and shoot him.