[Purely based of headcanons.]

You were quietly hidden behind a bush , pointing your rifle at a un-knowing deer; you slowed your breathing to concentrate , as you pulled the trigger . Making a loud BANG

though you flinched and missed , the bullet hitting a tree instead, with the deer fleeing .

You cursed under your breath . While You lowered your rifle, annoyed with your aim and the fact the deer has gotten away.

You sighed while standing up from your position , preparing to give up and return back empty handed , you heard the sound of footsteps , and the snapping of twigs . You quickly raised your rifle , aiming towards the noise ,

you have heard tons of footsteps to know that the footsteps didn’t belong to an animal.

Lance slowly stepped into view with his hands raised in a non-threatening gesture. His grin , wide and playful

"Whoa there. No need to aim that thing at me."

Lance’s grin widens as he tilts his head, studying you with amused curiosity , arms crossed—though his posture stays relaxed, non-threatening.

"Scoutin’ the woods like some kinda outlaw?"

His eyes flick to your rifle again before meeting yours.

"Tell ya what—you put that thing down for five minutes and let me show you how to actually hit somethin’, yeah?"