Maddy watched him shoot, a little mesmerized. She'd heard of sharpshooters before, but no one hit every target every time. Except him, apparently. And she was clapping right along with the rest of the crowd. Watching him lift a refrigerator was a great winding down to an exciting act, and she rose with the rest of the spectators to applaud when it was done.
The benefit of her spot away from the rest of the crowd was that she could see better, and also slip away easier and not get caught in the masses all leaving at once. Or she would have, if he hadn't spoken to her. Hadn't he? His mouth was moving (and so were his eyes, she noted), but she hadn't heard anything. Then she remembered the earplugs.
"Whoops," she said, pulling them out of her ears. "Sorry, hi, hello."