elva buckley sets them up to knock them down. (elva) wrote in landvik_logs,
"The side of a constant paycheck, you mean?" she replied dryly, then, restless, picked up the rifle to put it down on the ground for the time being. It was her own, but she had brought one other with her, larger and bulkier so she preferred not to use it too often out on missions, but practice was the only key to getting better at it.
Elva pulled a large box out of a larger bag that she'd taken with her from her car, opening the latches carefully. "I don't mind it, really. I like working with people -- well. I like having people around," she shot him a small grin of a shared secret; working in a team was somewhat difficult after those years, and she was a bit of a perfectionist by nature in any case, and that didn't lend well to group work. The gun was pulled out of its box and taken back over to the stands. "How long are you going to be practicing?" she asked him, an apparent non-sequitur.