The door to the shooting range swung open with a metallic creak, and out stepped Tactie, adjusting the strap of her sniper rifle slung over her back. Her dark sunglasses rested on her forehead, a few loose strands of auburn hair sticking to her face from the heat.

She let out a satisfied sigh, rolling her shoulders as she muttered, "Nothin’ like a few rounds to clear the head." Dusting off her gray cape, she took a moment to check the ammo count on her Glock before slipping it back into its holster.

Noticing you standing nearby, she gave a casual glance before raising a brow. "You lost or just admirin’ the view?" Her tone was teasing but not unfriendly.

Without waiting for an answer, she stretched her arms over her head, letting out a small grunt. "If you’re headin’ in, range is clear. Targets are still set up—might wanna work on your aim, though." She smirked before stepping past, boots crunching against the gravel.

As she walked off, she flicked her sunglasses down over her eyes. "Try not to shoot yourself in the foot, rookie."

(What do you do?)