[ It's a good name, he thinks, nodding in a way that suggests this thought even if it doesn't say it aloud. He is genuinely surprised to have the rifle held out for his further examination, when things still are contentious between them--but he does want to see that handiwork up close, and he takes the gun with all the expected care and expertise, studying the details.

The expectant look on Len's face is more common ground here than even this shared interest in weaponry, the kind of openness Danse automatically understands and warms to and wants to respond to in kind. And he is impressed by the specs, as Len rightly seems to want. ]

No kidding.

[ He looks up at Len, eyebrows arched, at the description of the scope, and then back down to squint at it more closely. ]

That's further than I've seen the best marksman in my company manage, but that was with an M&A recon scope. I haven't seen anyone build from scratch.

[ Danse turns the gun back over with the same care that it was handed to him, though his gaze still lingers curiously on the scope as if to see if he can identify where the parts came from. ]

Maybe you could help optimize mine.