Robin told himself that he was not just the tiniest bit disappointed that Booth had apparently not seen his shot, studying the handful of people who were coming over to the lanes. At least Marian was not humoring him; the look in her eyes told him that she was of a mind to roll them, and that was enough to compensate for his missed opportunity to preen.
Resting one end of his bow on the ground, he propped his left arm across it in what had become an almost unconscious stance. He grinned and held out his hand as their visitor joined them (funny, Robin reflected briefly, how he thought of most people who came to the range as visitors-- as if he had any claim to the place. He just felt so very at home there). "Glad you could stop by."