"Yeah, but isn't that like the same thing?" He made a face; this sounded like semantics at best, particulars at worst. There's a shot, you hit it, and it's a helluva lot easier to hit it with a sniper rifle than a pistol. That was just logic, right?

(Oh, Tucker, you had much to learn.)

He moved down, stretching out across the ground next to North. It was less "position" and more "lying around", but it was lack of knowledge more than a lack of effort; the sparkling wonder of this experience still hadn't left him.

"So, Church usually just carried it around like it was a regular rifle," he said, kicking his legs out. "Then again, I don't think he actually hit a single target with it."