[If you insist. Obligingly, he gets his boots behind her line, drawing a pistol from his side and eyeing the shot. Doable—it's not too far, and it's not even moving.]
No roommates I should be worrying about, are there?
[This seems to be a rhetorical question, because he makes sure she's clear, but lines up the shot and pulls the trigger without further ado.
Bang. The sound of it cracks through the air, and a neat little hole appears in the center of the target. Not, y'know, laser focused, he's only human. But close enough for a bullseye. One for one.]
no subject
No roommates I should be worrying about, are there?
[This seems to be a rhetorical question, because he makes sure she's clear, but lines up the shot and pulls the trigger without further ado.
Bang. The sound of it cracks through the air, and a neat little hole appears in the center of the target. Not, y'know, laser focused, he's only human. But close enough for a bullseye. One for one.]