But she does give another shrug, and steps forward, though not far enough so that he's behind her. She pulls out her gun, checking over it once again (there's no particular fondness or anything other than mechanical attention in this gaze - it's not her preferred weapon) before she glances back to Ben once more, and then to the target.
They're not all perfect shots; only one hits the border of the center to her chosen target, the rest ranging from a couple to five inches off. Then again, if the target had been a person who couldn't come back from bullet wounds, they'd be unlikely to get up again. When she lowers her gun again, her expression isn't particularly readable.
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But she does give another shrug, and steps forward, though not far enough so that he's behind her. She pulls out her gun, checking over it once again (there's no particular fondness or anything other than mechanical attention in this gaze - it's not her preferred weapon) before she glances back to Ben once more, and then to the target.
They're not all perfect shots; only one hits the border of the center to her chosen target, the rest ranging from a couple to five inches off. Then again, if the target had been a person who couldn't come back from bullet wounds, they'd be unlikely to get up again. When she lowers her gun again, her expression isn't particularly readable.