In the hanger she waits as the team disembarks. Texas is the last one off. She thinks him strangely tall for a Grenadier. He is clearly built muscle-wise for the job, though she thinks his center gravity must be constantly challenged with the heavy class weapons he wields.
"Commander," he says with a slight nod of his head. Makes her think if he had a cowboy hat on he would have tipped it to her.
"Lieutenant, may I have a little of your time?" she asks.
"Of course Ma'am, if you don't mind me smelling like a Muton. That thang needs some A/C," he harkens back to the Skyranger behind him.
She laughs, "Trust me you don't smell nearly as bad as that."
They end up on the firing range. She needs to get some of her anger and aggression out before she goes to see Bradford and she can't think of a better way. While she knows it's not directed at him, she doesn't want him to feel it in her body.
Texas thinks that the Commander should try something with a bit more kick; she opts for a standard pistol. "Alright, you're the boss, but next time we get Crawley to hook you up with a shotgun or we play hookie and blow something big up, deal?" She can't say no to that.
He sets her up and coaches her on her form, talking her through the motions. While she trained and worked at the CIA it had been years since she held a gun, not to mention the ones she lost in stasis. The Lieutenant is surprised she hadn't during her time with XCom and especially after she how she talked Garcia through things.
"Who told you what I said? I was on a private comm," she asks as she loads another clip.
"Hell, the Commander talks to you and you share! It's that or you're on K.P. for a week," he chuckles. "I'm going to live large on this story for a bit, let me tell you Ma'am."
"Well, its just stuff I've learned listening to - well soldiers like you," she tells him.
"Well, you got a pretty good sense of it, Ma'am."
He stays with her for a few more rounds and then she dismisses him saying he should go get something to eat. Leaving her he tells her to leave everything when she's done and he'll come back and clean up after.
While she thought the target practice would get her anger out it was her time with the oversized Texan that calmed her. His good nature makes her forget about the good Doctor Vahlen.
Another clip and she will pack it up and head to the mess to pick up something for Bradford. She is thinking about what the gunner had called 'grub' when she hears someone behind her. She turns to see Central leaning against the wall, arms crossed against his chest. He is watching her.
"Since when do you go in for this?" he asks. She doesn't want to tell him since she wants to go German Scientist hunting.
She shrugs, "It's not like I don't know how, just a bit rusty."
He walks over to her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Coming up behind her he places his hands on her hips and squares them to target. "I would have brought you," he says in her ear.
"Would you?" she whispers. He places her ear shields on her head and then picks up a pair and puts them on himself. He raises her arms in front of her as she holds the gun at the target. He lets his hand slip down her body. With his hand on her hip he pulls her back slightly, against him pressing her to him. He slides his other hand up to rest on her diaphragm. She inhales and he feels it, before she slowly exhales squeezing the trigger. She does this three times, firing off three rounds in succession. Placing the safety on she lowers it, putting it on the surface before them. Pulling off the shields, she leans back on her heels against him, his arms coming around her, holding her.
"All done?" he asks, her hair is soft against his face. He kisses her temple.
"I think so," she tells him. "Playing with firearms makes you hungry," she says with a smile. He turns her around to look at her. "We should go get some grub."
He can't help but laugh at this, "Grub? You've spent some time with Texas I see." Seeing his smile helps wash away any residual anger that might have been left.
"Come on I'll buy you dinner," she winks at him taking his hand to pull him along.
He stops her, "Tygan gave me the translation - told me you read it." She nods. "I wish you hadn't. I wish I hadn't." he tells her.
She lifts his chin slightly looking into his eyes, "Past is the past. Nothing to do about that now," she tells him.