It might have been easier if he was getting shot at, actually. This felt a little... like he was picking on and picking off inanimate objects for the sake of it.
When it came to his turn to pick up the toy gun, his gaze and focus shifted to the targets and stayed there - the last thing he needed was to get distracted by the people around him, or by her. As with every other situation, all he needed was to get his head in the right place, and all the other pieces would fall in place of their own volition.
As expected, shooting was no problem. It wasn't his intention to draw unnecessary attention towards himself though, so he did enough to win one of the overindulgent prizes and left it at that.
"Here," he said, although his voice was a little muffled with a stuffed animal blocking out his face, suffocating him to death ever so slowly. He offered the prize to her, the slightest of smiles concealed behind the toy.