Since she had a good feeling this was going to going to happen, Frances grabs the rifle in case it get dropped or starts kicking around like a rodeo. "It kicks a lot more, since the longer you hold the trigger, the more bullets it spits out," she explains sympathetically. "Like trying to hug a washing machine on the fritz, ain't it?"
Looking over at the damage done, she snorts and shakes her head. Really, that was a terrible shot, but fora guy who's not holding his gun and not used to the guns recoil, at least he didn't shot behind them or something horrific. "You did hit stuff, this is true. You hit stuff all over the place." She looks at him in amusement, eyebrows up as she smirks.
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