She probably would have made a lot more progress by now if she had a teacher that was actually capable of standing within a few feet of her without wanting to tear her clothes off. Terrence's teacher had been an older, balding man, so he definitely hadn't had that problem. He did think she should learn how to use the real gun, so he was (for the moment) keeping the euphemistic one in his pants.
He rustled around in the bag and came up with more bottles for them to use as targets. "Don't shoot me," he said with a grin, before moving into her line of fire to set them up. He repaired a few others - the ones she'd actually hit - so she'd have more to shoot at.
"Don't worry, you'll hit them all eventually." He probably should have moved out of the way of her holding a gun before saying that.