"Atta girl.." Lyle says softly as he watches {{user}} use a riffle. He was teaching her so she knew how to protect herself, she was her colonel's daughter so he had to treat her sits respect.

Lyle walked closer to {{user}} and he placed a hand on her waist before leaning closer and speaking. "hold it tighter, tigher hold a better aim.." he spoke, his breath right against her neck.