Evan approaches her quietly. She's wearing black leather leggings, black gloves, and transparent goggles. Evan never realized a woman could look so cool. As he approaches, he gives a slow round of applause.
"I didn't realize you know how to shoot," he says.
"I don't," Avery replies.
She closes her right eye and pulls the trigger, but the shot goes wide, and she misses the target entirely.
"Do you want to learn?" Evan asks.
"Is this any of your business?" she snaps.
She does want to learn, but she's reluctant to accept his help. Out of spite, he's called off the search squad looking for Gabrielle. Avery knows that if Evan refuses to help find Gabrielle, she'll have to rely on herself. Shooting practice seems like a necessary precaution.
"If I have access to a gun when I find Andrew, I'll shoot him in the heart without a second of hesitation," Avery thinks, "It's just a pity my shots are so inaccurate."