Marksmanship. That's shooting people, right? [No, fine, sure, marksmanship. He cards fngers back through his own hair only to bunch it between them and tug lightly in faux despair.] You have no idea what a constant affront this place is to my delicate liberal sensibilities.

[Never so much as a gun in the building once out of the family home. He exhales slowly.]

I think I'll be very prepared to be disarmed. There can't be that much difference between learning to fire a gun and learning to look like I could if they pushed me?