[ James may lack the experience with older weapons, but he has the technique and knowledge down pat. Aiming feels a little strange, too— usually he doesn't miss a mark, but as he fires, the unusual force and recoil have him landing a shot near the edge of the dummy's shoulder. Were it a person, it'd have been just a graze. Barely that. ]

I've got practice. Not with any weapon like this, but—

[ He examines the gun with a little smirk. ]

It's fun. We don't have projectile weapons anymore, where I'm from.

[ Right now he's keen on getting the aim just right, though. So he takes his stance again and cocks the gun, intent on landing a shot either on the head or the chest. Hopefully one on each. ]