She really wasn't surprised that he didn't move, or even flinch at all, when she'd tried to mimic things she'd seen in movies or the like. It was likely exceptionally obvious that she didn't know what she was doing. She was just glad he didn't laugh at her.
Her mouth went a little dry when he started to move finally, the instruction portion of the training beginning and Dove made the conscious effort to not stare, because that was rude. Her lips thinned and pursed together as he rounded her to show her how to properly clench her fists, Dove instantly latching to that, making the mental note to memories the positioning of her fingers -broken anything was a no for her.
Her hands remained clenched like he showed her, even while he was explaining how to figure out the weak spots on a person. And Dove had never thought about that, she just thought you punched and hoped for the best. Obviously there was much more to it than just firing a fist at someone's face though. She knew that groins were weak spots -men protected them like crazy and she'd pulled a muscle there once that hurt like hell for several days. But working upwards from there, sternum, throat, bridge of the nose? She was never going to reach between his eyes unless she got a step ladder and threw herself off it, so that was likely a foolish attempt.
And it seemed rude to go for the groin, considering what he was trying to teach her, it just didn't seem like proper sportsman ship, so the sternum had to be her target area, since she'd still be aiming upwards if she was trying to punch his throat. At least this time, when she aimed, she knew what she was aiming for. "Like this?" It was a more concentrated effort, rather than just a flurry of random flailing in a general direction, so at least she was moving forward there.