Honor eyed the target. He was a decent shot with the 9-mm, she admitted when she noted the grouping, zooming in with her prosthetic eye. "I'd say the practice is paying off. I'm sure your, ah, student appreciates the effort."

Sometimes being an empath around a group of hormonal teenagers was a bit of a hindrance.

She then lifted her own weapon and discharged the empty cartridge with practiced ease. "I prefer the 1911. It's a .45 caliber, so Andrew over here tends to call it a 'hand canon.'" Honor chuckled. "I suppose, in a way, he's right."