A five second kiss.  A moment that lasted a lifetime.

Eyes closed - the hand on her shoulder pulled her into his embrace just a little.  For the time they were connected, Isaac forgot the wasteland around him.  The dirt and rubble, the tin cans, the torn up roads... all gone.  It was just him and her in a void - a vacuum.  Nothing else mattered.  When it was over, his eyes opened, still locked on hers.  He smiled.

"Hmm," was his note of pleasant surprise.  He gave her another peck on the lips.  "I could definitely get used to [i]that[/i]."

He let the moment hang in the air a little longer, then looked back down the gun sights, his hands gentle as they steadied her form. "Remember; squeeze the trigger. Like a tube of toothepaste."

He stepped back and waited to see how she would do.  She managed to hit one the molerats from the awkward angle of the tree branches.  Was it just luck?  It didn't matter really.  With some practice and the right knowledge, Isaac had no doubt she would progress in no time.  What truly seperated good shooters from the rest, was the mental side of things.  Can you aim and squeeze under the pressure of return fire?  Can you stomach the idea of killing?  Do you have the steel to keep your head when all about you are losing theirs?  These were the things that would take decidedly more practice.  Unless you already built for it.  Zara seemed the type that would have no problem in this department.  And that was why he was so confident in her.  Wether she hit the tin cans or not, it was only a matter of time before she got the hang of it.

[i]Atom bomb baby.[/i]

"When you're ready, strawberry-lips."