"'Course, but don't tell him that," Garrus was one of the best men she knew, and for him, shooting was at least as much a way of life as it was a method of combat.

But she had let him win that shooting contest.

"His fragile man-ego can't take the hit. And it's just so damn cute when he's happy," like a puppy, or...or something. shut up, "Besides, I prefer a shotgun, which is about as far from a sniper as you can get and still be firing a gun. I'd love to teach you, though. Even the Capitol isn't stupid enough to give us access to a firing range, but next time we've got firearms in the arena, let's make a point of it. Yeah?"

No way to do things legally? Do them illegally, and shine a spotlight on it. Fuck your rules.