Was.
That’s... alarmingly familiar. Let’s hope it’s the former, and not the latter - but keeping an eye on Calen is definitely the right idea.
Prism watches in curiosity as he uses his semblance in order to hit the target - smart, she thought she'd have that one. That's a technique she'd need to pickup soon. Nodding to Calen as she they swap places, she glances out towards Amane as she practices her cross-termination technique, and gives her teammate a thumbs-up before taking her place. Rolling the small steel ball between her fingers, his question gets him a slightly longer glance, staring for a few precious seconds as the target flies farther and farther away. "Nah, he's technically retired." Okay, so that's also technically a lie, but it's... well, it's not wrong, either.
The target's out of slingshot range.
Reaching down to the rifle at her hip, she brings the gun up and automatically sets it into her shoulder, bending to peer through the scope. One second, two seconds, she locks on the target -
Crack.
There's a bullet hole through the center of the target.
There's a smile on Prism's face as she pulls back, gesturing for Calen to swap places with her again as she walks back over to the firing mechanism. Smokey's arrival gets a little wave, taking the chance to explain the situation properly. "Nah, this is just what happens when people can't sleep. Watch out if you drink that by the way, it's alcoholic." She nods to the coffee Calen gestured to, before waiting while he readied himself. Might as well continue this line of questioning, it seemed to be working. "What makes you think we would’ve gotten along so well, if it weren’t for the whole ‘faunus’ thing?"
thunk