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Nice shot.

[She vaguely hears the compliment but, places the gun down none the less and pulls the earphones off to look over at Matt with a smile.] You say something? Or was I just hearing things again?

I said nice shot.

Thanks. Can't be rusty on the, could cost me my life.

What are you doing here?

Yes, it could.

Just passing by.

[She perks a brow.]

Firing range is pretty out of the way.

Alright, you got me. I came by to shoot stuff.

[A familiar wee vamp is just over here watching curiously.]

[She catches Aranka out of the corner of her eye and smiles softly before setting down the gun and pulling off her protective earphones.]

And to what do I owe this pleasure little one?

I don't know. A man who owns a bakery and can shoot? I'll have to see this.

With no depth perception, either! Here, I'll show you.

Long as you promise to aim at the target and not me.

[She had her own set on courtesy of her big bodyguard firing off rounds a few stalls down. Ara trots over to see her new friend. Looking at her gun for a couple of seconds she lifts her head and offers the woman a bit of a smile before pulling her earphones down off of her head.]

I was just curious. I get to learn about guns today. What caliber are you using, miss?

Are you still feeling okay? [She added after being silent momentarily.]

Sounds like you'll be having a rather interesting day then.

[She looks at her gun before giving a nod.]

Standard military issue M9. Nothing fancy. And I'm fine just having a bit of an off day.

Maybe, I only get to learn how to take them apart and clean them. I wanted to fire one too.

I know which one that is, it's a Beretta. [She hoped she remembered the right one.]

Do you need another hug?

I'm sure when your older, you'll be able to shoot. Taking them apart and cleaning them is just as fun though.

[She smiled and gave her a nod.] Correct.

Not right now, maybe before I take off though.

No problem. [He puts on the protective ear things and takes the gun, grinning. He aims it at the target, and she of course has to notice that yes, he does indeed need to compensate a bit. But when he fires he hits the silhouette of a man right in the head.]

[She slides her own ear protection back on and watches. A slender brow slowly arching as he hits the silhouette of the man right in the head.] You really aim to kill huh?

Why else would you point a gun at a person?

To get them to stop what their doing. You don't always have to shoot to kill, you can injure a person just as easily with a bullet.

You never pick up a loaded weapon unless you can handle the idea of killing a person.

Well, yes. That's pretty standard knowledge.

Then there you go.

[She folds her arms over her chest.]

In the situations I'm trained for, killing is a last resort. But, yes I understand what you're saying.

...seriously?

[A nod.]

Department of Defense. I mean if it comes down to it, then sure you shoot to kill but, if I wanted to be killing that much I'd have been born a man and be on the front lines since they don't allow woman up there.

And I'm from Intelligence, where they taught us to kill first. Imagine that, huh? God bless America.

[She gives a small chuckle.]

I seem to learn something new about you everyday.

I learned how to kill a guy before I hit puberty. Although honestly, I don't think I've ever shot anyone dead.

Well, you were a part of that program. Doesn't surprise me.

Yeah, it involved a lot more exploding people that firearms.

[She ejects the clip from her gun while leaning against a pillar.] Still trying to wrap my mind around all that.

Sorry?

You have nothing to be sorry about. [Her brow furrows slightly before she slaps the clip back in place.]

Mind if I watch you a bit?

Knock yourself out.

[She slipped the headphones back on lined up the shot she wanted, she had a couple more rounds left in the clip then she'd call it a day. Firing off the shots in repaid succession, she hit the silhouette of man in the heart each shot just making the hole a bit bigger.]