unlike him, she had been too focussed on her aiming, and trying to improve it to really notice him watching her the same way she did him. The few times she did catch a glance, she assumed it was to watch how she was doing in case he needed to step in again. 

But with her victory in knife throwing, she eagerly went over to the guns and prepared for his instruction. Surprisingly though, as he instructed her, she found herself just nodding in agreement...as if this talk was way familiar to her. memories started floating in, not as fast or as upfront..but enough to tell her why she found it so familiar.

When he finally handed her gun, she smiled and nodded. With very little hesitation, she seemed to easily slide into a good stance, aimed and took a shot. it was just a little high from dead center. She paused after the first shot, looked at the gun and then where she had gotten her shot in. 

"Hm...you were right."

Then with a grin she aimed and shot twice more. This left no marks, but actually seemed to drill the hole deeper. She shifted slightly, repeating with three more shots, again only drilling a single hole. Perfectly in the middle. She smirked. "But it's still much nicer to aim than a prototype rifle."