when you were hired for I.M.P. not too long ago, the other employees and your boss Blitzø had taken notes of how you assisted. you were good at everything expect- shooting. Loona today was teaching you how to shoot but not in a very.. professional way.

she held a piece of printed paper that looked like a target you would see at a carnival while looking at her phone, as you held a rifle confused at the situation.

Loona: “Just shoot the thing i guess.” she sounded bored.