"He would have to be", Mafyyil replies, still frowning. She's not entirely sure whether Seyli is trying to imply an ordinary person could be friends with a saint, or whether Seyli is simply making fun of her. The way this conversation is going, shooting things might be the safer option, though if she can get some information along with that, she'd be much happier.

Mafyyil steps up to the booth and unpacks her things - she miraculously manages to pull her gun from the shoulder holster and lay it down without pointing it at Seyli, which she's very proud of. All those classes have paid off! Also, her goggles go on with minimum hair entanglement; only a few petals are dislodged and fall to the floor. She then starts rummaging through her pockets for ammunition.

Too-casually, she asks "If I decide to write a poem to memorize the occasion, what kind of verse would be appropriate, what do you think?"

[Ahahaha, poor Seyli, indeed! Can I assume we have an infinite supply of targets that are common property? Also: do we already have a written-down version of ingame gun-range etiquette anywhere? Asking because I need to know in how many creative ways Mafyyil can mess up beyond the obviously universally horrifying almost everyone is from different cultures so they might be used to different signaling systems and stuff...]