Sandy nodded, haunted suddenly by the mental images of her fellow vault dwellers looking upset and betrayed and bloody if she didn't handle her gun the right away.

She accepted the gun carefully and tried to mimic Chocolat's stance, swallowing down the fear of what could go wrong. Because they were just practicing and she trusted Chocolat to guide her. Nothing would go wrong so long as she paid attention.

"If we get enough of these and more people out of the pods you might have to teach a class." she commented lightly.