If you can aim the iron sights of your side arm as I'm sure you have many times
She shook her head as she moved her hand over the sidearm he had lent her. "I can easily count on one hand the amount of times I've had time to aim." after moving her hand away from her hip and she shrugged slightly and continued to speak. Not only was she explaining her statement, but also her unease when she had first set foot on Foster. "Fast reaction to a deadly situation is far more likely to save me, and it has done many times before. I often do not get the chance to line up my shots.... And ammunition is not something to be wasted."
With this, she took the rifle after watching him shoot, hoping she had noted what she would need to know to do it herself. It wasn't long before she was aiming up her shot. She wasn't far off the mark, but the bullet hit left of where she was wanting it to. As it was the first time she had shot a rifle she wasn't quite holding it right and the recoil was unexpected. She didn't comment but she raised the gun unsure of whether she wanted to try again. While it had hurt her shoulder, it was the fright which had bothered her more.
