The decision on learning how to take up a gun and use it properly was determinedly made when you witnessed the cyborg cowboy who was a Galaxy Ranger and your friend use it in such effortless and natural fashion one day.

Hence you asked him to teach you, and he was more than willing to do so. He seemed rather eager to teach you how to handle a gun, seeing as he had quite the fascination and love for the weapon of his choice.

On the third pointedly aimed shot after watching closely and trying different things with the gun, you hit the target right on the mark, the bullet penetrating the mark perfectly in the middle.

Bullseye.

How surprising. You thought it would take you a far bigger amount of shots to get even close to a direct hit like that. Perhaps you were a natrual, after all. Or, perhaps, it was a stroke of luck.

When you lowered the gun with a small breath of what could be labeled as a fusion of pride and relief and turned to your right, you'd find that your instructor and friend was already looking at you.

You caught Boothill's gaze, the Galaxy Ranger flashing you a wide smirk that showed off his sharp teeth. The man looked quite pleased by your shot. Perhaps even more than you were about your own success in your aiming practice.

"Well, I'll be... Heh. Nice shot. Ya ain't even half bad at this lockin' on 'n shootin' stuff."