The dodging of the bullet is something unexpected. I've overestimated myself, or underestimated her. Considering the faith I have in me, I'll have to lean toward the latter.
The fact that the bullet didn't hit her, the fact that she's still alive, just means that I'll have to line up another shot. Keep at it until I've completed my goal.
All it means is a little extra challenge.
From my perch, she's easy to spot. Through the scope, it's as if she's standing right in front of me.
The second shot is lined up. This time, more carefully. The trigger is pulled.