<div style="text-align: justify;">Gina still muttered some not very flattering term about Daniel's brother under her breath while she went downstairs. Whatever she had muttered to herself, it sounded suspiciously like <span style="font-style: italic">'son of a bitch'</span>. Shaking the thoughts aside, Gina made for the backyard, where Mr. Benbow still worked.<br/><br/>"Let's practice a little", the girl murmured to her father, her voice slightly tense.<br/><br/>The man looked at his daughter and stood behind her, trying to loosen up her shoulders. "You need to relax first. Otherwise, you might even get hurt".<br/><br/>Georgina nodded and allowed her father to relax her a little before she started the practice. "Why... do I... need to... practice... anyway?", she asked, each pause accounting for an arrow shot against the practice target. "It's not... like... I will need... it... for anything". Mr. Benbow eyed his daughter, shooting his own target. "You will, if I am not mistaken", the man stated. "I don't know yet. But soon... don't ask questions now, Gina. But keep on practicing, as your life may very well depend on it".</div>