I don't know. [He sounds annoyed that he didn't even think about it, but—] ... Never been shot before. Uh, in the flesh.
[He's been shot at plenty of times, but it was in space, on a ship, protected by the hull of a starfighter and all of its mechanisms. For all his past, petty crimes, he's avoided this particular injury by some miracle alone. Reluctantly Cain straightens, flexing his hand, lifting the other one that still holds the gun.]
Shoulder feels fine. They had good tech. Is there a practice range here? Or a simulation room? [...] Fuck, I need clothes.
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I don't know. [He sounds annoyed that he didn't even think about it, but—] ... Never been shot before. Uh, in the flesh.
[He's been shot at plenty of times, but it was in space, on a ship, protected by the hull of a starfighter and all of its mechanisms. For all his past, petty crimes, he's avoided this particular injury by some miracle alone. Reluctantly Cain straightens, flexing his hand, lifting the other one that still holds the gun.]
Shoulder feels fine. They had good tech. Is there a practice range here? Or a simulation room? [...] Fuck, I need clothes.