( On one hand, she might be able to appreciate, from a theoretical point of view, why one might not want their walls riddle with holes.
On the other, it's hardly as much fun.
All the same, Engie has done her a favour, so she keeps her pout small as she approaches the targets. )
All right, all right...
( She plants her feet in position like Engie had taught her in their shooting lessons -- had they really been almost a year ago? -- and lines herself up with her target. Keeping her finger away from the trigger for now, though, she asks: )
So, I just have to pull this, right? And then, whoosh! Dagger?
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On the other, it's hardly as much fun.
All the same, Engie has done her a favour, so she keeps her pout small as she approaches the targets. )
All right, all right...
( She plants her feet in position like Engie had taught her in their shooting lessons -- had they really been almost a year ago? -- and lines herself up with her target. Keeping her finger away from the trigger for now, though, she asks: )
So, I just have to pull this, right? And then, whoosh! Dagger?