Midge loves that she can make him smile, that she’s able to break through that stern exterior. That’s been one of her goals ever since meeting him. His coworkers would certainly see a whole different side of him if she were ever around while he was working.

“Thanks.” Midge is thrilled to have just hit the target at all. “I have a good teacher. And I’m 5’3”, thank you very much.”

So yes, shorter than most men. Her indignation is fake though.

Midge takes care to remember that she still has a live weapon in her hands. She holds her arms higher than what feels normal and shoots again, hitting the target again.