Damian could feel the surprised emotion emitting from the kid that was nearby. Surprised why? Surprised that he was nailing every single damn target? No, the emotion took into effect the second he glanced on over to Damian's direction and... yeah. Didn't make a lick of sense to him. Whatever. Damian didn't give a shit. Kid might have issues. He at least nodded politely in return, watching the guy fire off his rifle some more at the target. While Damian had handled a sniper rifle before, he wasn't that good. Kid had a gift and it was evident. That and the face wasn't familiar by any means. Granted, he was no Scarlet Oak lifer, but he had been there long enough to know who hung out at the shooting range.
Perhaps it was another hunter?
The idea of becoming acquainted with this sharpshooter seemed mildly appealing to Damian at best, though once he was done playing with his toy, he took several steps on over and leaned against the side of the wall and eyed the man. "Nice work, kid," he spoke gruffly, placing his safety glasses up on top of his head. "New around here?"