[As a child, Alec was never taught to expect anyone or anything to play nicely, so he's not fazed by how she chooses to hand it over.
He snatches at it with his free hand, though, touch and go for a moment before his fingers close on it securely and he's grinning again.
The target goes back onto the post - the nearest one this time, not where it originally start - and the safety comes off his gun so he can fire more bullets into it, still operating close enough that the muzzle flash of the gun leaves the paper scorched.
no subject
He snatches at it with his free hand, though, touch and go for a moment before his fingers close on it securely and he's grinning again.
The target goes back onto the post - the nearest one this time, not where it originally start - and the safety comes off his gun so he can fire more bullets into it, still operating close enough that the muzzle flash of the gun leaves the paper scorched.
When he hands it back, it says "Y".]