That is a luxury resort! How many city kids get to go and do archery? Muldoon still isn't accepting the brushoffs, though. "You need to have a knack for these things to pick them up so quickly. You're good, Midge."

When the gun goes down and she taps him in, he hesitates as he considers protesting, but reconsiders pretty quickly. They're here to have fun, and he does enjoy shooting. He suspects she expects him to show off, too, and he isn't about to disappoint her.

Nudging her aside playfully, he picks up the weapon and reloads it. His stance is more relaxed than hers, more comfortable with the weapon raised. It isn't all that heavy to him, and he's more than used to holding larger guns up for longer periods.

Muldoon won't notice the way his smile falls away, replaced by a stern expression of concentration as he picks his target, and then fires. One shot, an adjustment of his aim, and then three more in steady succession. The holes are all neatly clustered around the centre, which he finds acceptable, despite what the unhappy tug at the corner of his mouth might suggest.

"It's not my weapon of choice," he concedes as he slips the safety back on. "How did you find it?"