"No we don't," he smiles, looking slightly relieved as she helped with the gun. It was a bit of an odd sight with a gun against his shoulder and he hands at his sides. He considers how to do this, let his hands hover not far away from where his hands were supposed to grip, or have them seem to grip an invisible gun just offset from where thy were supposed to. Better try both. As he does so, he tries moving the gun a bit in each method before deciding the later was a bit better and taking his time squaring his feet like he'd seen Frances do to brace for recoil.
After he's pretty sure he's close enough with aim, he has the trigger pulled. "Ah!" The recoil has the gun jam back into his shoulder and Martin jumps back, causing his aim to jerk away from his intended target momentarily before he telekinetically lets go of the trigger. "Umm...oh! I hit stuff!" On the target next to his. With a few stray shots clipping his own poster. Well...it hit something.
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