In spite of himself his mouth twists into a wry grin at it. Yeah, about what he expected. She's not a bad shot, even though she should be. Which is gonna be a problem. Both her and Ben could get by just fine, but they ought to learn some proper techniques.

"I'm pretty sure you're cheating," he says, light enough that it ought to be clear it's a joke. Sort of a joke. She is, but he knows she doesn't mean to be. He bends to pick up a rock, ready to toss it.

"Try a moving target?"