[ emma is obviously much more at ease when faraday pulls back, looking less like she's struggling with that fight or flight response (but knowing emma, she'd be quick to choose the former). her breathing is steadying, oddly calmed by the sound of his voice and the capitulation in his gestures, and as he stands next to her, she finds herself refocusing on the tree.
watching carefully, she takes in his stance, the way he draws his gun and aims. it's helpful to actually see what works and what doesn't, and once his gun is reholstered, she does her best to mimic what he's done. feet planted, shoulders squared, arm extended: she takes aim down the sights, slowly exhales...
...and pulls the trigger.
the bullet hits just shy of her mark this time, but it's a dramatic change from before, and emma's eyebrows immediately go up in surprise. the kick of the gun hadn't thrown off her aim, and her accuracy was far closer to the kind of shooting she was often doing with her rifle. ]
Now that's much better.
[ she lowers the gun, looking back at faraday with a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. smiles are a whole lot less frequent for her now, but she's been nearly consumed by this quest for justice -- for revenge -- that it's hard to find so many reasons to smile. ]
You have a great deal of skill, Mister Faraday.
[ she doesn't say it to flatter him, because emma cullen has never been a woman prone to needlessly bolstering a man's ego, but it's just a fact. faraday is talented, damn good with a gun, and emma can appreciate that level of accomplishment, because she knows it's had to have come from years of practice. ]
I appreciate the help you're giving me, you know.
[ her tone is genuine, honest. he could be doing any number of other things, whether that was helping the town prepare or enjoying his downtime (what little they may have had) doing something far more satisfying than showing emma how to use a pistol. the fact that he's here, giving her some additional instuction, is actually meaningful to her. ]
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watching carefully, she takes in his stance, the way he draws his gun and aims. it's helpful to actually see what works and what doesn't, and once his gun is reholstered, she does her best to mimic what he's done. feet planted, shoulders squared, arm extended: she takes aim down the sights, slowly exhales...
...and pulls the trigger.
the bullet hits just shy of her mark this time, but it's a dramatic change from before, and emma's eyebrows immediately go up in surprise. the kick of the gun hadn't thrown off her aim, and her accuracy was far closer to the kind of shooting she was often doing with her rifle. ]
Now that's much better.
[ she lowers the gun, looking back at faraday with a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. smiles are a whole lot less frequent for her now, but she's been nearly consumed by this quest for justice -- for revenge -- that it's hard to find so many reasons to smile. ]
You have a great deal of skill, Mister Faraday.
[ she doesn't say it to flatter him, because emma cullen has never been a woman prone to needlessly bolstering a man's ego, but it's just a fact. faraday is talented, damn good with a gun, and emma can appreciate that level of accomplishment, because she knows it's had to have come from years of practice. ]
I appreciate the help you're giving me, you know.
[ her tone is genuine, honest. he could be doing any number of other things, whether that was helping the town prepare or enjoying his downtime (what little they may have had) doing something far more satisfying than showing emma how to use a pistol. the fact that he's here, giving her some additional instuction, is actually meaningful to her. ]