[ She's glad she left the safety on for the moment, but she'll show him shortly at the homemade range she has out back. Far enough away from the little pond-lake she'd dug for Sharpedo, there's a little set up of hard metal plates and body outlines that seem to be hand drawn and not filled in. The wooden fence is short there and there's some small haystacks for comfort. ]

You're full of shit, Guzma. [ Jill laughs when she says it, bordering teasing but not quite enough to get him to react. ] I dunno. Chris still has a pretty hard recoil with a grenade launcher and I don't and he's a huge guy. Just depends on how you can deal with it.

[ There's a visible difference in his attitude even if it means that he'll avoid talking about what's up, it might be better. Jill is quick to aim and shoot, hitting right in the middle of the forehead of the drawn figure. ]

First remove the safety. You'll want to use both hands and your arm to help you aim.