"Choose your own, absolutely." He rolls back to seated, giving his shoulders a roll and stretch before reloading. Speed is not even close to his top priority right now, and if anything he's intentionally taking it easy, trying to lean into the experiment of intentionally not competing.

He's not sure if he likes it, but he's already come out the other side of a mission alongside the other Freelancers without a points tally waiting for them. Maybe the trick is just getting through to the end. Or maybe it's just harder when he can see Carolina's eyes darting between the targets, tallying the difference the way all of them had learned to.

"Might as well play to your strengths. Unless you have some new passion for the sniper rifle that I'm not aware of."