<strong>"Eh . . ! Is that Daddy!?" </strong><br/><br/>Maria went pale as a sheet at the sudden yelling of Gene Frederson, heard over the open comms. She had turned on her Markerlight on her pallet gun, and was already lining up a shot, only to have the gun start to shake. Clearly, the pressure of trying to perform with her father being able to see her was getting to her. When combined with the shaking of the high speed train, it resulted in a near-miss. Her shot went wide by a dozen or so meters. Maria was still looking rather pale, maybe moreso now that she had missed. At least her Markerlight's telemetry was up.