"Safe--" A beat as he flicks it off, her cheeks flushing a deep red in embarrassment. "...right."
Nope. Not thanking him. She would've figured it out eventually. Eventually might have come after another almost tantrum and more knife throwing, but details! She takes a breath and squares her shoulders at the target, holding the gun horribly with just her right hand as she aims and then squeezes the trigger. The entire clips hit the target, but the shots are all over. There's no grouping or pattern whatsoever.
Slowly, she lowers the gun and pops out the magazine. What a waste of bullets. "I'll get it next time," she says without prompt as she steps over to the table to grab a new clip. "It can't be that hard." Oh how little she still understands about guns.
Don't even worry about it. <3
Nope. Not thanking him. She would've figured it out eventually. Eventually might have come after another almost tantrum and more knife throwing, but details! She takes a breath and squares her shoulders at the target, holding the gun horribly with just her right hand as she aims and then squeezes the trigger. The entire clips hit the target, but the shots are all over. There's no grouping or pattern whatsoever.
Slowly, she lowers the gun and pops out the magazine. What a waste of bullets. "I'll get it next time," she says without prompt as she steps over to the table to grab a new clip. "It can't be that hard." Oh how little she still understands about guns.