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Together, they made a strange sort of rhythm -- Rosalie, two places down, her gun a smaller Model 1911, had slipped from the initial excitement of live rounds into a quiet sort of meditation as she fired, and as such, her own shots came out slower, careful, slipping out once for about every two of Ariel's. The result was that, the next time Ariel put her safety on and gathered in her results, Rosalie would be doing the same.

They could each look to the side, see how well the other had done, and frown a little. Rosalie leaned back, slowly, trying to catch a glimpse of who exactly it was not too far from her, who had managed to gather their shots so closely. Rosalie's own were spread out, but perhaps that was intentional. She'd argue that it was, at least; aiming for specific targets --

For a moment, Rosalie just looked at her -- expression flat, distant, looking over Ariel's target and then down to her gun as she checked the chamber. It was unlikely she actually needed to but...it was something to do with her hands.

When she finally spoke her tone was somewhat flat, perhaps recognizing the teasing in the other woman's voice and not appreciating it one bit. "Exactly as much as required, without the unnecessary power."

She looked up again, brief, challenging. Perhaps Ariel wasn't the first one to crack that little joke. Nor would she, likely, be the last. "No whiplash over here."

But she didn't turn her target. No point opening herself up to more mockery.

That, at least, made Rosalie hesitate -- her defensiveness melting into insecurity instead, as she struggled to figure out if the other woman was still making fun of her, or if the words were in earnest. She frowned, but it lacked some of the fire and fury it had held. She looked down at her little cop gun and rolled her shoulders.

It was a good weapon. So she shouldn't be upset by it. She breathed out, slowly.

"I try to avoid actually pointing it at anyone, anyway." She'd reload her own, slowly, carefully, looking down as she did. "That always ups the ante in an unpleasant way. Don't I know you from somewhere?"

"I don't work at the police station, but I bring people in relatively often..." It wasn't entirely true, these days, but once upon a time it had; before Rosalie had been gifted her current uniform, she'd done more than enough to get by. Of course, now her bounties were few and far between, and thinking about it made her grimace, swiping a hand across her face.

It left her annoyed, and whether or not that was really Ariel's fault, that annoyance would likely be directed onto the poor woman, green eyes taking her in from top to bottom, sharply.

"What were you being brought in for?" Sure. It could have been a joke, if she'd delivered it with a grin and a wink. Maybe she could even play like it had been meant that way. But it was too flat, and just a hair too harsh.

"I suppose that makes sense." She met Ariel's eyes for another moment before looking back to her target, at least, rolling tension out of her shoulders -- unsuccessfully -- as she prepared herself to go back to shooting. This could have been a compliment, perhaps, a comment on her good health or her shape or how capable she seemed with a gun --

But she couldn't let it go without a parting shot. "Like is drawn to like."

And then she was firing again, perhaps to cover up whatever Ariel's reply might be.

If she'd lingered for just a moment, she would have been rewarded with the note of shock -- melting to annoyance, to anger -- on Rosalie's face. She'd heard enough of it, at least. And if she came back later, she'd find the bullet still sitting there, on the ledge, deliberately untouched.