Connor smiled and blushed as he caught her watching him., and he ran his hand through his hair in mild embarrassment, but couldn't help but feel slightly proud at himself. He cleared his throat, and watched as she slipped the dagger she had in her jacket, and watched as she worked on her stance, throwing the knife, embedding it in a tree 

"that was good" Connor said "will slow down most supernatural beings, especially with the silver daggers, and much better then my first go. I hit Marl's tire, instead of the tree" He said, moving to help her with her stance, "right, you just need to life your arm up slightly, and flick your wrist more quickly" He said, lifting her arm up slightly, "When you get better, you won't even think about it" He promised, "Hit the heart three times in a row, and We can move on to the gun"