He enjoys the closeness, almost brushing their noses together as she talks. The smallest of smiles tugs incessantly at his lips and he answers with a low, "Alright."

The strong hands on her hips move them in a spin until they've swapped places. Then he pulls away to tidy her weapon away and pick up his own. It might as well have grooves worn down from being handled by him so often. Muldoon pauses to check Midge is alright, and had ear protection on, before loading his weapon and readying it.

This gun is louder than the rest. He picks out targets much further away, too. The warden might not be a bodybuilder, but the muscles in his arms flex as they hold the weight of the rifle steady. He takes the opportunity to show off a little, picking out difficult smaller targets and hitting close to the centre on the circular targets. None of which he wastes any time with, and when he's done he's just as quick in resetting the weapon and getting the safety back on before he turns to Midge for her reaction.