"Whoa," Vincent says, surprise immediately apparent on his face, "Really?"

He'd been settling on some nearby pile of junk. He's found a metal crate with some rust spots and a crumpled corner that otherwise seems load-bearing and had planned to just sit there and enjoy whatever sounds of violence ensued. He thinks there are probably a few things he can appreciate about a good gun through audio cues alone.

He didn't think Irahl would actually let him try the thing. He let him hold it once, sure, but... Come on. That's Irahl's baby. It's a sensitive piece of equipment and Vincent's doesn't consider himself to have a particularly delicate touch.

He definitely looks interested though. No mistaking that.

"You sure?"

In the distance, little round targets (painted on sheet metal) are going up on cobbled-together stands. There's also a grinding sound and a puff of dark smoke from behind a hill that results in several targets moving on some kind of a track back there. The movement is extremely clunky and hard to predict, which some would argue is part of the challenge.