Sister Naser shrugged as much as she could do so in her armor. She took some calm and determined steps to the nearest range and set up the target servitor at quite the distance from her, perhaps some two hundred feet down range. Naser casually brushed some of her bob-hair from the edges of her mouth, sliding the strands of her shock white hair away from her eyes while her right hand hovered above her hip. She stretched her fingers out, one at a time and then flexed them in. Torin thought he could hear her knuckles cracking as she did so.<br/><br/>Naser tilted her head a few times looking at her target, her hand still hovering. Faster than she could let out her breath, her hand suddenly jumped into action, upholstering her bolt-pistol in fractions of a second. Before Torin could track the motion to completion, she squeezed off 5 rounds in rapid succession from the blessed firearm, her writs of adornment fluttering in the wind thrown back by the weapon discharge.<br/><br/>Her other hand came up and remote controlled the servitor forward again. pulling the target field forward, with a grouping of 5 shots, all within the first three rings of the target.<br/><br/>She raised an eyebrow at Torin as she holstered her weapon and stepped aside of the range itself. trying her best to suppress a proud grin.<br/><br/>"Let's get some more interesting choices out here shall we?" She smirks at Torin and heads over to the nearest Vox unit.<br/><br/>"Brother Zev, could you meet Torin and I in the ships firing range? We would like to sample some more interesting targets and perhaps weapon choices as well"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>