"Well, give it your, uh, best shot." God, she just made a horrible pun. "And at least the targets won't try to shoot back," she added, walking up to the stall.
The prizes were mostly of the improbably large and brightly coloured stuffed animal kind. Surprisingly, there was a bit of a queue, so Cass hung back and watched to see how the whole thing worked, sipping casually at her drink.
"Intelligence gathering," she said with a smile, nudging Ryan.