[She's aware of someone close by, intentionally, but isn't willing to break away just yet to face them-- even when he speaks up she merely tightens her grip, nothing more until after she's taken her shot on the last little target. It's not a clean bulls-eye, but hey, at least she hits the tiny thing.
She lets her arms fall to her sides, and sets the fake gun down before looking back over her shoulder, and despite his disparaging words she can't manage the sense of irritation she used to be able to with him. Not after speaking with Rebecca. She settles for... well, a hesitant aloofness instead as she answers]
...I had a good teacher. She was an accomplished marks-woman, but I'm just not as talented or skilled. [She knows what she is good at, but there's no pride in combat abilities to begin with. She can manage with her level of skill with a gun, that's good enough and better than some others]