Chase's next laugh was somewhere between bashful and dopey, his hand moving up to touch her wrist before his eyes popped wide and he shifted back into activity upon realizing the screen had loaded for him to start shooting again. Even with all that, he didn't move quite enough to disengage from her touch. "Shit," he whispered as he missed the first shot, his teeth clamping down onto his bottom lip. The touch had done its job, however, and his gaze flickered back and forth between her and the screen, now more than a little distracted by her proximity. Not a bad thing, exactly.
"The...rifle was fun," he said quietly, daring a glance over his shoulder, not really certain who knew he'd been up there sniping at people that day. "I liked watching you nail people. And...I don't know. You mean, like...on other people? Or me? I'm not sure I entirely know what grunge is, except Nirvana...and that still just translates to 'dirty and stoned' in my brain."