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[ There is no innocence there, but as long as there's no threat either he's pretty sure he'll enjoy whatever she's planning. Sure enough, the hands that run down his back and settle on his hips are welcome even if they're also distracting -- but they don't affect his shooting. The weapon in his hands is the priority, after a life of shooting for it despite being uncomfortable or injured. Ramse just loosens up and lets her pose him into a proper stance before adjusting his aim again, the cluster of shots tightening as he finishes the clip.

He lowers the weapon back to the bench and shifts his earphones again, putting his other hand over Sheva's where it still rests on his hip. Well? ]

[Sheva's mildly impressed that it doesn't affect his shooting, but that's the thing with survivors, missing isn't something that one does. Not when it can lead to death. It's difficult to take away from that sort of ingrained focus, but she learned from both herself and others not to let the focus consume someone as well. Her smile grows when the little adjustment yields results, proud not only that he improved but that he listened to her non-verbal suggestion.

When he places his hand over hers, she extends her fingers to slip in through his, squeezing gently with a slight nod to a job well done.]

[ Their fingers curl together and Ramse smiles, turning a little so he can look at her. She's got his full focus now that he's not shooting, congratulations Sheva. ]

So the next one's the test?

[ He's curious about the next gun she picked, and why, but he's also in no rush to test it. ]

[She's generally quite good at that when she tries. Sometimes it even happens when she doesn't too. His hand receives a bit of a squeeze as she nods to his question.]

S&W M500. Fair warning, it has one hell of a kick.

[So he best brace himself.]

Yeah? I can handle it.

[ He does appreciate the warning, though. His fingers slide over Sheva's as he pulls his hand back and reaches for the second gun and its ammo to load it. While he's no stranger to revolvers, he can count the times he's used magnum rounds.

Ramse replaces his earphones and gives Sheva a little nod of warning before he lifts the gun, aiming for the target next to the one he's already torn up. The shot is loud even with the ear protection, and Sheva wasn't kidding about the kick. He lets his shoulder roll back smoothly to take it, and gives himself an extra moment to re-aim before the next trigger pull. The next four shots are one after the other, his grouping wider than with the familiar gun but still impressive.

This time after finishing what's in the gun and setting it down he tugs his earphones around his neck, squinting at the target to check how he did. ]

We'll see. [It's less of a taunt and more of a simple truth. Lying about skills that must be demonstrated to be proven is an ill advised choice in her book. She replaces any of the hearing protection she's removed and nods a go ahead for him before watching how he handles the weapon keenly. It's one of her favorites both in aesthetic design and feel while firing. Beyond handling the kick, it's a dream to shoot.

Her eyes were sharp on the target, but shifted to him quite frequently. She steps in on occasion with a light or firm touch of correction, depending on if he needed it. Out of curiosity, Sheva places a hand on the shoulder of his firing arm, adding a bit of support for the kick back so he can recover quicker for the next shot.

When he's finished, there's no need to squint as she holds the button to pull the target back to them.] Not bad.

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