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Lance approaches her quietly. She’s wearing black leather leggings, black gloves, and transparent goggles. Lance never realized a woman could look so cool. As he approaches, he gives a slow round of applause. “I didn’t realize you know how to shoot,” he says. “I don’t,” Andrea replies. She closes her right eye and pulls the trigger, but the shot goes wide and she misses the target entirely. “Do you want to learn?” Lance asks. “Is this any of your business?” she snaps. She does want to learn, but she’s reluctant to accept his help. Out of spite, he’s called off the search squad looking for Gabrielle. Andrea knows that if Lance refuses to help find Gabrielle, she’ll have to rely on herself. Shooting practice seems like a necessary precaution. “If I have access to a gun when I fi