[No uncanny valley here! He is too advanced of an android to even remotely spark uncanny valley syndrome.]
Thanks.
[He takes the gun, feeling first its weight in his hands. Light, as expected, balanced well enough.
He moves in front of the targets, silent for a moment. Then quietly, Connor aims and squeezes the trigger.
Ten times. One target after the other, each one a consistent bullseye, no hesitation between each shot fired. The crack of the airsoft gun rings out loudly in the air, like a firecracker going off.]
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Thanks.
[He takes the gun, feeling first its weight in his hands. Light, as expected, balanced well enough.
He moves in front of the targets, silent for a moment. Then quietly, Connor aims and squeezes the trigger.
Ten times. One target after the other, each one a consistent bullseye, no hesitation between each shot fired. The crack of the airsoft gun rings out loudly in the air, like a firecracker going off.]