Devero looks up sharply, so focused on his practicing that he hadn't realized he wasn't alone. Even worse, it's Soldat, who's way, way more experienced with firearms than Devero is.

He jerks his Interface back down, mostly so it can obscure the embarrassed color rising in his cheek. "It's not," he admits with a grimace. "I was trained with a pistol, I've never used anything other than that."