He was a little surprised by her question, and it probably showed on his face. A sweet girl like this handling firearms -- well, maybe weirder things had happened. After all, Snow had handed a rifle to Vanille once upon a time. There were surprises to be found in everyone.

He glanced at Zelda and then studied the shooting gallery, his mind floating back to his friendly "competition" with Sho. Snow had been thoroughly walloped by the other man, but instead of feeling embarrassed or otherwise butthurt, it actually made him want to pick it up and try it again, now that he was here and looking at it.

"A little rusty, actually," he admitted. "Why, do you shoot?"