"That one hit the target, I'll have you know." She snapped back. But her mood instantly changed. He was telling her to be patient.
She suddenly couldn't make another shot. She started laughing though she did try to stifle it long enough to loosen her pull and actually disengage her shot. He'd probably murder her if she dry fired this thing by accident while laughing at him. But once that was done. She let herself laugh, hands on the table to keep herself upright. "Be-" she started but couldn't finish. She took a deep breath. "Be patient and what?"