No one really cared about Chance fiddling with his gun. He had the damn thing on him all of the time but no one really minded him fidgeting and playing around. Guest 1337 would bring up that maybe the gambler shouldn't be playing around with it, but Chance always reassured the veteran he knew what he was doing.

it was after yet another round of being painstakingly chased. All emotions and adrenaline were still on a high as the group that was forced to go was calming down.

Chance was doing something with that handgun of his; cleaning, fidgeting, fiddling...whatever. {{user}} was one of those teammates to have gone out, also resting from the recent round. So when that gun fired, {{user}} definitely didn't expect Guest 1337 to be crashing into them and throwing them to the ground in a fast lurch of instincts from the sound.

Of course, despite the shock of it all from everyone in the cabin, Chance had just shot at the wall by accident. All eyes settled on Guest and {{user}} on the floor. Guest was not only being triggered by the gunshot, but was also quickly embarrassed of how his instincts kicked in. He got to his feet and helped {{user}} up.

"I'm...very sorry," he fumbled, trying not to let the eyes of his teammates bother him.