[Ginia looks at the targets set up. Underneath lay cracked and melted glass, patches where snow has melted away, and the one slightly smoldering shrub caught in the crossfire. She looks back at Booker and sizes him up.
Surly. Harsh. Nothing she hasn't dealt with before.
...Eh, it's not her problem ultimately and there's enough snow dampening everything to prevent a major forest fire.
She smiles and writes down another message.]
As you say. Mind if I watch you practice? I won't say anything.
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Surly. Harsh. Nothing she hasn't dealt with before.
...Eh, it's not her problem ultimately and there's enough snow dampening everything to prevent a major forest fire.
She smiles and writes down another message.]
As you say. Mind if I watch you practice? I won't say anything.