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[almightythirst]

Hey there, stranger. Don't think I gotta explain the situation: you called, I didn't pick up. Leave me a message and maybe I'll get back to you.

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[almightythirst]

[ Jesse looks up from the gun in his hands without moving his head. With his hat on, it would have left half his face in shadow, all mysterious-like. Now, Moira can probably make out the full extent of his lopsided smile through the dark. ]

Yeah. I’m not so senile that I forgot already.

[ Which is why he holds the Peacekeeper out by the barrel, handle-first, for her to take.

It would appear to be a rather simple gesture, from the outside looking in. He and Moira know differently.

Still, his hand doesn't waver. ]

That’s why you’ll use this.

[gaylic]

[ Surprise would have put the reaction she had mildly. It might not have shown to an extreme on her face, but it was enough in the hesitation she showed and the way her eyes flicked from the gun to McCree’s face.

This could end up even more embarrassing than the time that Reyes tried to teach her how to use a firearm. She’s great with the physics side of it all, but there’s just something missing whenever she tries her hand at it. Mmmmmmph.

She reached out to take the Peacekeeper somewhat cautiously, scrunching her mouth up a bit as she looked at it. ]

... I’m rubbish. You can’t make fun of me. [ She will kill u. ]

[almightythirst]

Like you wouldn’t laugh at me if I was tryin’ to use one of your gadgets?

[ Jesse waves her off, standing off to the side close enough to help if she needs it, but far enough not to be in her way. If having his weapon in the hands of an occasional enemy bothers him, he’s doing a good job not showing it. His expression is carefully neutral as he watches her. ]

It might do you some good, lettin’ off steam. Anything out there was made to be shot at, so it’s not like you can mess up much if you miss.

[gaylic]

Of course I would, but we both already know I’m unkind.

[ To put it lightly. She’s still staring down at the gun, scrunching her mouth with some uncertainty, before she glances back at the targets. Does she even remember how to do this? She’s not completely sure. ]

It’s different than his shotguns. [ She knows she doesn’t have to clarify which “his” here. She still shifts so that she can face the homemade targets more effectively, lifting the gun and at least going to flip off the safety - look! She remembers! She can totally do this! Next is just cocking and pulling the trigger, right? Right. It’s not so—

She cringes visibly when the gun goes off though and only hits grass. This is bullshit. Who uses guns anymore, they’re useless. ]

[almightythirst]

[ The reminder of Reyes is sobering. Jesse is quiet after that, watching her line up the shot. He doesn’t laugh at the miss, though he does smile, unable to keep a completely straight face. ]

Yeah. Peacekeeper has less kickback- but she’s more finnicky too. Doesn't have the same spray effect.

[ He leans forward, arms propped on his knees. He doesn’t seem apt to take the burden from her hands anytime soon. ]

Try widenin’ your stance a little, and put your left leg out. Lean forward and try it again.

[gaylic]

[ She gives him a look when she noted the smile. She should have expected it.

There's another huff as she goes to aim again, adjusting her stance like he told her to, glancing down at her feel as she puts her left leg out to make sure it's not too far and won't mess up her balance.

Physics. It's supposed to be basic physics. Just like when she throws her long-range biotics. She should be better at this.

She takes another breath, before going to pull the trigger.

At least she actually... kind of hit a target this time. The edge of one. Barely. She lets her shoulders slump. ]

This is ridiculous.