Drifter looks away from the scope with a start. He'd been transfixed down the sites, watching people walk past. But hey? Girl doesn't seem to be judgin'. He'll go with it. So back down the scope.

"Bunch of trussed up penguins down there." He takes a bite of the cheese crackers, before moving the gun.

"Alright. Put this back against your shoulder- not your collarbone. Keep your fingers around the grip and away from the trigger, and look down the scope. Have a gander." He offers to help her move it into position.