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"What, like daily?" Rachel frowns, looking at her. Jo doesn't like it when she gets concerned about her.

Jo can deal with it.

"My what?"

Jo look up from her bag.
Eyebrow cocked. "Shooting."

Rachel scowls because that was a distinct lack of answering her question.

Then-- looks more than a little awkward. "Oh. Uh. I haven't, really. There's been other stuff."

Other fights.

Jo's expression turned shrewd without looking away.

"Thought you were saying you wanted to get better."

Rachel scowls a little more - but shifts uncomfortably, embarrassed.

"Yeah, well... I've been busy." She crosses her arms and shrugs, shoulder against the wall. "So have you, I guess."

"Yeah. Here."

Continued uncomfortable, embarrassed shifting.

"Mmm."

My, but the ground is interesting.

"Well, I've been busy in Metropolis."

SO THERE.

Jo cocked the gun. "Not good enough."

She tossed the riffle through the air. "Here."

Rachel only just manages to grasp the rifle - and her hands fumble with it several times before she manages to get the slightest grasp on it.

Which finishes with a glare on Jo, even as she shifts her grip on the rifle. She could argue about what's important to her, things she had to do, arguments she had to have, plans she had to make.

But she just grumbles, "Fine," and joins Jo, lifting the gun to aim at the target.

Jo only chooses to note Rachel never dropped it.
She dropped one knee, digging her bag again.
This time pulling out a silver revolver.

"New targets or same one?"

"I don't care. Which?"

She frowns and puts the rifle on her shoulder, sighting as best she can.

"However long it takes."

She gets more bullets with this one.
She also holds herself tighter.
She hasn't used it since...

"Only the center rings."

Rachel frowns and glances over. But Jo's loading a gun of her own and Rachel won't be left behind.

She nods and lifts the rifle awkwardly. She never did learn how to shoot a rifle, really, but it's basically the same as a pistol. At least, so far as the trigger goes.

...right?

Her first few shots might be a little wild.

It could be worse. She reminds herself of that.

"Focus across the sight at the end of the barrels. Keep it in focus, and relax your shoulder right before the kickback."

These are all said like remarks on the weather.

Not a big deal. Just details to memorize and implement.

Rachel straightens her shoulders and adjusts, relaxing her elbow to allow for the kickback. She tries again.

Her aim is still atrocious. But her hands and stance are steady.

She's sitting the center more than the sides.
But the third ring is still getting a hit.
Which makes her frown.

Not as much as Rachel's last shot.

"Like this." The revolver hangs from her left hand.
She reached out. Her right hand settling on Rachel's arm.

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Rachel frowns immediately, bright eyes glancing sharply to the hand on her arm. But she allows it easily, looking back out at the target.

"How is this supposed to help?" she asks after a moment, a little rough. "It's not even moving."

"Precision."

Jo shifted Rachel, hands deft but impersonal.

The set of her shoulders. The stance related to her hips.

Rachel puts up with the maneuvering with a scowl, lips tight with annoyance. Love of shopping aside, she does not appreciate being moved around like a mannequin.

She puts up with it. Jo's helping her.

Jo tilted her right shoulder slightly more back.

"Now, down the center, look at the circle through the site. But don't unfocus it."

Rachel frowns again, eyes squinting a little. Her shoulder tilts back with Jo's touch obediently and she lifts the rifle again.

"How do I focus?"

...on the gun, of course. Though it wouldn't hurt for her to get a full definition.

"Forget the target. Look at the sight. See the flat silver of the top."

A deeper frown, her shoulders squaring automatically. "I see it," Rachel murmurs, watching the circle flash in the morning sunlight.

"Think of it like the ground."

Jo shifted, looking at Rachel standing there.
The way her shoulders shifted.

Pulling her right slightly back, again.

"You don't think you look at the ground, but if you lose sight of it, you can't walk straight, balance, stand upright. It's your equilibrium, the foundation."

Letting her shoulder pull back with Jo's touch, Rachel nods slightly, eyes on the silver of the sight. Immediately, she starts to pull her shoulder up again - then stops and forces herself to put it back again, to stand and find comfort in the position Jo's put her in.

The silver glows bright and her eyes narrow a little, thinking immediately of the list of morphs that would be better equipped for this.

Then stops herself, mouth thinning into a fine line as she nods slightly. "Okay."