"I don't believe you," Elizabeth said with a smile, coming to stand next to Gale. She readies the arrow, pulling her hand arm back. The string is tight, but she does it anyway, perhaps not as far back as she should have. Squinting, she shuts one eye and looks at the target. "I'm pretty sure you were born with a bow in one hand. I feel bad for your mom."

She looses the arrow, and it falls short.