[ of course her father never anticipated emma might need these skills -- emma never even knew. she could never have expected this level of misfortune and violence would swoop down into her life, that she'd lose matthew, that she'd be placing all of her faith in this mismatched gaggle of men.
it was far different from the life she'd planned -- but she's adjusting.
she has to.
she gives a quiet scoff, but she knows he's right; that's why she's here, after all. ]
Of course it could, Mister Faraday.
[ emma keeps her eyes trained on faraday as he moves around her, more instinctual than anything. she's been jumpy since everything that's happened, and while she certainly doesn't anticipate anything from faraday, she's still...careful, watchful in the way she tracks him.
listening intently, she follows his instructions, squaring her shoulders and setting her feet apart so her body lines itself more evenly with the target. she extends her arm, sights the tree, and then looks back at faraday, expectancy in her expression. ]
Like this?
[ it's almost awkward compared to how she holds her rifle, but she's adjusting. her elbow is locked, though she hasn't noticed it, mostly because of how tense the rest of her is, like she's overly conscious of her stance, overcompensating for the change of position. ]
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it was far different from the life she'd planned -- but she's adjusting.
she has to.
she gives a quiet scoff, but she knows he's right; that's why she's here, after all. ]
Of course it could, Mister Faraday.
[ emma keeps her eyes trained on faraday as he moves around her, more instinctual than anything. she's been jumpy since everything that's happened, and while she certainly doesn't anticipate anything from faraday, she's still...careful, watchful in the way she tracks him.
listening intently, she follows his instructions, squaring her shoulders and setting her feet apart so her body lines itself more evenly with the target. she extends her arm, sights the tree, and then looks back at faraday, expectancy in her expression. ]
Like this?
[ it's almost awkward compared to how she holds her rifle, but she's adjusting. her elbow is locked, though she hasn't noticed it, mostly because of how tense the rest of her is, like she's overly conscious of her stance, overcompensating for the change of position. ]