Sonya lead her towards the targets, going through a different door than the one she came out from. One of the doors they pass by is the kitchen-one that is indeed staffed by 2-3 foot rats. Outside is the green house and garden, looking normal, for all intents and purposes.

A quarter of a mile are the targets, made to accomidate just just fire arm rounds, but also bolts or arrows.

Walking with her to the first target, Sonya did keep glancing back at Cassie, gauging her reaction. By now she was fairly used to the place, but even she knew it could be jarring for new comers.

Still felt damn good to hold a firearm once more, even if she was just borrowing it.