[ She followed him outside, hardly surprised to see the shooting range that he'd set up for himself. Of course this is how he would utilize yard space. Why wouldn't he?

Not that she's one to talk. Her yard is home to a giant spider now, after all. Everyone has their quirks.

Moira rolls her eyes slightly at the memory, but there's the smallest smile that tugs at her lips regardless. ] I recall the headaches from the racket you'd make about it. [ Him. Particularly. Could Genji even make a racket???

Regardless, she doesn't seem to be following entirely, looking down at her scarred hand, the only real weapon she has. ]

You know I don't have anything that does damage to things that aren't alive, yes?