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Makita rarely spent much time in her room. She slept in the bar, where there were people. But the noise which was so often comforting had become a reminder of the life and laughter that had been lost.

Seeing faces she knew had hurt as much as helped, and so she had retreated to her room where she alternates between sleeping and crying numbly.

Makita is set up on the outdoor range. The RKG-41 is a bulky weapon. It's designed to survive a lot of abuse, and she's used it to beat people with before.

It also kicks like a mule. Makita's lack of expertise with the thing is pretty evident as she keeps shifting her stance trying to compensate. That and the merely mediocre aim she seems to have with the weapon.

There is an open case of 10mm ammunition on the ground nearby and an awful lot of spent shell casings around her feet. Her frown is a mixture of concentration and frustration. Too many of her shots are missing the target.