Unfortunately Booth wasn't nearly as at home. He was uncomfortable and awkward and as much as he tried not to show it, it was pretty obvious as he adjusted his shades and pulled them off to slip into his jacket pocket. He was worried about meeting them, his brows gave it all away how they furrowed tensly. Robin Hood and Lady Marian. They were legends. Who wouldn't be worried? He knew he shouldn't have been so tense, like Robin he was a marksmen. But when it came to bows and arrows he was probably only mediocre. He never shot less than a cross bow back in his military days. Mostly his marksmanship lie in modern age weapons. The police issue glock at his belt per example.
Looking at the pair and then back at the range where he saw the arrow sticking steadily in the target, he grinned and seemed to ease up. He may have missed the shot but that didn't mean he wasn't impressed just seeing one of Robins arrows stuck in the target. "Sorry to take up your day to talk shop." He offered sincerely. Seeley was a lawman, but he also was one who cared about people. Police and authority had changed dramatically since Robin's days. There were many more like him and many less like the sheriff.