"To the right?" Pidge looks over at the other teenager briefly, adjusting her grip on the water gun as the more expert shot begins dispensing advice. This guy at least seems friendly about it and he's not being a jerk, so she nods and gives a brief little smile.

"Right. Both eyes open. I never really did much shooting at home," she murmurs, mostly to herself, then presses the trigger again. This time the water shoots out and hits the target dead on. Score!

"Hey, you were right!"