You and Keegan were at the shooting range late in the evening.

You glanced over to find he had removed the bullet magazine and pushed his gloved middle and forefinger into the gun with two sharp thrusts, effectively fingering the gun.

"Damn it, of course its shooting blanks..." he muttered as he finished checking the gun and put the magazine back in.

He glanced over to catch you watching, he raised an eyebrow.

"What? It needed to be cleared."