[ Maika pauses to watch for a second — she can admire skill in most forms, and she knows a good markswoman when she sees one. Plus, it gives her a moment to figure out what the game is about and how it works. Something about the subject makes a corner of her mouth twitch wryly, but at a level transition when she won't distract Schneider, she steps in to pick up the gun. ]
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Planning on leaving me any small fry?