"Smart of you to save the weapon you weren't trained with for a last resort."

Not quite! The same level as the cargo bay has another section, next to it, which he enters a code into.  As they walk into the long, narrow room, there is a set of lockers along the same wall as the door, which are all closed at the moment, and on the opposite wall are a series of three targets.  The floor has bright red lines painted on it, perpendicular to the direction they're facing.

His words get a little smile, but then she's quickly distracted by the new room (and by idly memorizing the code he inputs into that door).

"You've got a place just for practicing with blasters on your ship?" She looks around, stepping over to the lockers to poke at them curiously. 

He'd made no effort to hide the code he put in. 

"Yup.  The walls have important bits of electronics in them that it's better not to risk hitting, so I had all the walls in here reinforced.  Gives me something to do during long trips, too."

The lockers are all locked, and if she tries the code she just saw him enter on them it doesn't work.

She nods in response to his words, and doesn't try the code - she'd only memorized the one for the door out of habit - just checks one to see if it's locked and then stops poking at the locking mechanisms. Instead, she turns back towards Canin, "Will this blaster... recoil like the other one did?" 

He smiles slightly at her question.

"It will recoil some, but not as much.  Every blaster that'll do anything to a person, or any animal larger than a gizka, is gonna have some recoil.  Hold it with both hands, to control it better, and correct your aim after each shot.  You'll get better at handling it with practice."

He begins walking forwards, making a "come on" gesture as he goes.  When he reaches the line closest to the target wall, he stops, and gestures for her to do the same.

"Go ahead and try from here first.  Once I step back, turn the safety off, then aim it at the center target and shoot.  I'll tell you what to change once I've seen your first shot." He steps back after saying this.

Hmm, she guesses she'll try to model herself off people she'd seen who'd used two hands, then... she calls one to mind - a member of one of the local gangs back home, who she'd seen get in two firefights and seemed to have decent aim - and shifts to match her memory of their posture best she can - something feels a little off, but she does her best - raises the blaster... flicks the safety off, and then sights the target and fires. 

-Loud. Not enough to leave her ears ringing or anything, not even as loud as last time, but still-

It's not a perfect shot, but she does hit the target. She lowers the blaster - flicks the safety back on again - and surveys the blaster burn, before glancing up at Canin for his evaluation. 

"Good.  Shift this foot over this way," He gestures and taps the place on the floor "and bring your back shoulder down some. Good.  Try again."

She follows his instructions best she can and then tries again, this time hitting a little closer to center, though still not quite a bullseye. 

"Drop your elbow a bit."  He pauses and looks at her two shots for a second.  "And bring the end of the barrel up a little bit, you're shooting low."

"Oh-" once those adjustments are made, she tries again, pausing for a moment before actually firing to breathe and settle- 

-and the next bolt strikes right in the middle of the target. 

"Ha!" She lowers the blaster and grins up at him brightly, pleasure at succeeding fully overcoming her reservations for a moment. 

"Good job! You did really well, bullseye on your third try.  If you get another two I'll move us back a line and you can try from a little farther."

Nodnodnod! 

She doesn't actually quite make a perfect shot the next time, excitement making her aim shaky, but the two after that share the accuracy of her third shot, once she's made herself calm down again. 

"I'm impressed, that's more consistency than I'd expect this soon. Come on."

He leads her back a line to try from further away.

...should she be pretending to be worse than she is? She's not sure she knows exactly how to convincingly fake that... and it's probably too late, now, and he'll need to know how good she is when they get to the planet Alek is on... 

She steps back to the next line and tries again. The first two attempts are off, but then she starts hitting right on target again.

He grins a bit, watching her correct herself after the first two attempts.

"Very good.  If you can manage from one farther back, I'll let you carry that blaster after we leave- assuming you can tell me all the safety rules again."

She bounces on her feet for a moment and then stills herself and nods more seriously. Back to the next line they go.

Her aim continues to be unusually good, particularly for a person who claims to have barely used a blaster before now. She also proves perfectly capable of repeating back the rules he'd given her, almost verbatim in fact. 

"Do you think I could get good enough to use just the one hand?" She asks after reciting them back to him, miming firing another blaster from her off hand while she holds the first pointed to the floor again. And also bouncing very slightly. 

"It's not just about aim, it's about wrist strength.  Remember how we talked about recoil at the beginning?  With just one hand, you need more wrist strength to hold it steady."

She wraps her fingers around one of her wrists and frowns at it. It is very skinny. 

"Maybe not then," she sighs. 

"Wrist strength is something you can work on.  You can go ahead and try now, if you'd like, but don't feel discouraged if the recoil is too much or you miss."

Silently, to himself, he adds that her strength will also improve with enough to eat.

-probably this has a chance of hurting her but she's more curious about whether she can than she's worried about the possibility-

Up comes the blaster, and she steadies it best she can, and then flicks off the safety and fires. 

"-mph," is her only comment, though the way her other hand comes up to grasp her wrist - and the much less accurate shot - is more than enough to make up for the lack of a verbal sign of that having been a bad idea. 

"I'll help you figure out some stuff you can do for arm and wrist strength later, if you'd like.  Your wrist feel alright? Let me take a look at it."

He watches to see what she does with the blaster as he holds his hand out for hers.

"It... twinges a bit..." -safety needs to go on, she flicks it with her hurting hand on autopilot and then her eyes twitch belatedly at the twinge- she switches it into her other hand as she squints at him for a bare moment and then offers her now-free hand to him. 

He inspects her wrist for discoloration and swelling.

He doesn't say anything about her turning the safety back on, but it cements his belief that she can be trusted with a blaster.

There's a little bit of swelling, and maybe some discoloration, though it's not totally clear so soon after. 

"It's okay, if I wrap it up and don't move it too much it'll fix itself eventually," she assures him. She has some experience with wrist injuries, though considers them definitely some of the most annoying ones. They cut her mobility a lot.

"You could, and it would- it's just a sprain, I think.  But I think I can spare a bit of kolto, and then I know you'll be healed and able to help out before you reach your brother."

He leads her out of the shooting range room and towards the 'fresher, opening a panel besides the 'fresher door and pulling out a small pouch of kolto and a bandage.