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Issac nodded and messed around with the hand gun for a while, he didn't bother firing it as he didn't know a whole hell of a lot about the Aschen weaponry and would have liked some instruction, a tight smile happened upon his lips as she went to help the young man. Likely as not she'd be able to help him, that and it was a good way to pick up more about her character.

Instead of setting the weapon aside the cyborg took it along with him to his shooting lane with his rifle case and began setting the whole rig up again. He was determined to shoot today god damn it. The rifle laid sleeping in a nest of cut foam, the sharp angles and soft curves of the weapon gave off an expensive vibe in and of it's self, the optic setting ontop of it spoke nearly the same.

He couldn't help but ease drop on his guest conversation.... Issac stopped mid action and started to move to intervene ...
He closed the distance with a measured pace, something close to a stalking panther making the last few moments towards an unsuspecting pray, He slide between the two adults easily enough.

Tho he was about the same height as Gerrit Issac met the young man's hate with a calmness that warned of sudden violence.
" Easy now Gerrit. You can't blame miss Elanna for the actions of some. Soldiers do as Soldiers do. If you're upset at her you might as well be upset with myself. I've done my fair share of cruel things and you seem to be in an awful hurry to do the same boy." His tone was as measured as his steps where. An observant man might notice that while Issac hadn't moved his hand towards his weapon, he had set his feet , left about a half step behind, with his hands sitting open about waist high in a non-offensive manner; splayed as if almost cautioning a halt. The fact of the matter was Issac was more than ready to catch a bow from the young man, or restrain him should he make a move for the pistol. He had lived long enough to know what the sort of hate in Gerrits eyes lead to.