[Ivanova is standing outside, at the impromptu gun range that everyone seems to use between the beach and the forest. There is the faint sound of some kind of motor spooling up, and then she fires her ppg, releasing a bright flash of light as bolts of electrical energy strike the target.
After a few minutes of this, she replaces the cap and starts again; her face a mixture of irritation and boredom.]
After a few minutes of this, she replaces the cap and starts again; her face a mixture of irritation and boredom.]