[ abigail has no friends yet so a lot of her time is spent alternating between the movie theater and the firing range. mostly because the firing range feel safe to her since she has a weapon on her and because small talk can stay just small talk.
she glances over at the woman shooting, pulling her legs up on the bench where she is sitting and cleaning her rifle, the edge of her perpetual scarf brushing against the familiar feel of the barrel as she cleans. ] You're a good shot.
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she glances over at the woman shooting, pulling her legs up on the bench where she is sitting and cleaning her rifle, the edge of her perpetual scarf brushing against the familiar feel of the barrel as she cleans. ] You're a good shot.