Maze was beginning to be surprised at the number of people around here that she actually liked being around. This was yet another friend she had made in this new world and target practice really did seem like a good way to blow off some steam. Of course she preferred her knives, but Maze knew more than her fair share of just about any weapon that had ever been invented...so guns wouldn't be anything new for her. She walked down he hall with the other woman, her knives in her boots as usual; concealed, but easily reachable.
"Dirt works" she answered. Sure it might seem a bit crude to some, but desperate times called for desperate measures. And right now anything to take her mind off things was a good thing. She had to find a way to pass the time, and even though this might seem a violent way to do it to some people for Maze it was perfect.