Glade whispered to Anastasia, "Boyfriend? I like that." Caitlyn laughed and shifted her weight.<br/><br/>"Look, I didn't try to kill your boyfriend. I was aiming for that bottle downrange," once again, she pointed with her gun to the shattered bottle. "Meanwhile, this guy waddles in," Caitlyn gestured to Glade and impersonated him walking into the clearing, "and steps right near my shot." She used her finger to represent the bullet that flew past his head. "So really, the person at fault is him." Caitlyn poked Glade in the chest.