When the round ended and Snow's rifled fired dry, he still trailed Sho by a good few hundred points. He knew that the other man had gone easy on him there at the end, and while it was frustrating to know that it still wasn't enough, Snow really couldn't hold it against him. Sometimes you were just outclassed in life.

"You're good," he conceded as he set the air rifle back down onto the counter. "Real good. Where'd you learn to shoot like that? You do it for sport, or...?"

He didn't finish that sentence, unwilling to jump to any conclusions. This guy could be a well-trained soldier or he could be a world-class criminal for all he knew. In the end, it didn't really matter to Snow all that much -- after all, his own record wasn't exactly squeaky-clean -- but he knew that sometimes people were more reserved about things like that than he was.