My dad. And a friend of his. [ He eyes the bow and then passes it back to her, stepping back. He knows exactly what he just showed off to her; he never messed around with the pretense of being into this for any reason other than hunting. That's all he had time for anyway, and he always looked the part. ]

I'm better with a rifle though. Nothing fancy; just enough to do the trick. [ Sawed off shotguns and handguns, actually, but who's counting. He smiles, his eyes more knowing than his dialogue necessarily lets on. ]

But you don't hunt, right? [ Not that he's talking about your usual hunter's fare. He doesn't automatically assume supernatural hunter, but this place isn't exactly a random sample size of the population. And why would she stumble her way through a bad excuse for a lie over deer hunting? ]