[ It's under currents, death like deep water, where the surface sparkles clear and brilliant. Smoothing over stones that leave no jagged actions, just acceptance. But she is careful to smile, to encourage, to be pleasant.

Seems they wore such things differently, though. ]

You'll never even see a good sniper, until the shot fires. [ A smile pulls, again, adding the complimentary details, because she can talk about these things calmly and with confidence. ] Did you want to try? They've got a very high caliber, so the recoil can be difficult, something smaller might be easier the first time.

[ Depends what she herself feels like, for all this tenuous feed. How best to address the wearing of death then, to not just watching others, letting Gods destroy the land, but to do it themselves. ]