He cocks his head at her, curious and a little concerned by that not so tiny spark of anger in the air. It seems outsized for a friendly suggestion, but then, he doesn't know the first thing about its source. And it hardly matters in a moment, anyway, when the next shot spangs right off the bit of metal serving as a target.

Zack whoops loud enough for it to echo a little, across the valley, jumping up and holding out a hand - as if he actually expects a highfive. (But in the very most likely chance he doesn't get one, it doesn't seem to take the wind out of his sails at all, either.) "Nice! C'mon, you've gotta be happy with that."