**“I didn’t want to wake you up,”** Serix said, his voice, to her surprise, rather calm despite the way she had just kicked him out of the bed and got annoyed at him for not moving her back to her own bed,  **“I thought it would be better to let you rest. I wasn’t sure if you would wake up if I tried to move you, and honestly I was too tired to try, so I decided to just leave you where you were.”** Why did he have to make her feel so guilty about the way she had just acted toward him moments ago. He had to be such a gentlemen and here she was being the bad guy. She felt her cheeks flush more at the thought of how he had put her first, even giving her his blanket.

Sighing, she nodded, "Okay. Sorry for kicking you....I guess I'm just not...used to having people around and so to sudden;y wake up with another person in my face is kind of new to me." Though, with the way that kept happening she had a feeling she would get used to it rather soon if he kept this up. She was still just trying to wrap her mind around the fact they had slept in the same bed, her curled up against him like that. It was strange thought for her to be all snuggled up to a man who she had just met a few days ago and who had even kidnapped her and tried to kill her once. Things were moving and changing pace in the blink of an eye and she was desperately trying to keep up and figure things out. 

How did she feel about him? And how did he feel about her? What were they to each other? Fellow survivors? Friends? Or something more? They certainly spoke to each other like it was something more. She felt her cheeks heat up once again and to avoid thinking about all that for now, she started going through her bag she had put the weapons in and pulled out what she had chosen to be her main hand gun(a Kimber Super Carry Pro), and spoke to him, "How about that shooting practice?" 

She grinned now at the thought of seeing him try to work the guns and it made her almost laugh. Once she had her gun in her hand, as well as the extra ammo in the other, she nodded for him to follow him to the Robot Hanger, "We'll practice in the robot room. It's the biggest place and I can set up one of the big foam boxes for a target." And she walked in doing just that, drawing her own target and taping it onto one of the large foam boxes some of the metal parts of the robots used to be shipped in. As soon as that was set up, she moved to stand beside him her own gun in her hand. 

She wasn't going to shoot or even get the gun ready yet. First she wanted to see how far he could go without needing her help or being surprised by the power and damage a gun could inflict, "First things first, don't point the barrel at yourself, don't point it at anyone else, and try not to hit anything the ammo could bounce off of. Alrght, now show me what you can do."