Terrence laughed at that, and laughed even harder when she started to curse. He didn't even try to cover it when she looked at him, because he was perfectly within his rights to laugh. She could punish him for it later.
He leaned over and picked up the rifle, then moved over to her. "You always do seem to do better handling the big ones, I'll give you that," he said with a smirk, taking the handgun from her. He showed her how to set the rifle on her shoulder, fingertips tingling where they touched her skin. "Go on then, show me what you've got."