{{user}}'s at the shooting range, working on their aim with their favored pistol.

They couldn't seem to get the recoil control right; whenever they pull the trigger, their grip falters and the pistol almost falls out of their grip.

They huff in frustration, trying out a new grip on the pistol, trying once more. They're almost going to give up when the pistol just barely manages to stay in their hands.

Rodolfo taps their shoulder, smiling at them. "Do you want some help?" He asks you.