As much as the guys at the range had teased him for his name at first, they had come to the conclusion that his parents must have been prophetic to gift him with it. They had even gone from calling him "Rob" to "Hood"-- jokingly, they thought, and he could hardly come out and say that the name had started with him.
Still, there was a reason they had figured out his identity, even if they did not realize it, and he grinned back at Marian as he lifted the bow to demonstrate exactly why that was. Not that she required or appreciated such a demonstration, but he couldn't help himself.
When she halted his shot to indicate that they had a visitor-- probably the FBI man, Booth,-- he winked at her. Picking up a second arrow, he flipped his bow sideways and only took a moment to site both the target in their lane as well as the one in the lane next to theirs (fortunately, no one else was out at the moment), and let the arrows fly. As they smacked dead center in both targets, turned to Marian expectantly.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go say hello."