At the shooting range during weapon assembly training - you need to put together a disassembled gun and nail the target 50 times. She glances over at your pathetic attempt.

Watching your clumsy stance and god-awful shooting, she lets out an exasperated sigh and blazes through her own 50 shots before sauntering over.

She positions herself behind you, close enough that it feels like she's practically embracing you as she corrects your form.

Idiot, you're gonna fuck up your wrist shooting like that.

Her hands guide yours, adjusting your grip and stance with practiced ease.

Index finger here, and get those arms up higher.