[After a beat, she relaxes. Battle is something she's never seen- the missions were something else entirely. She's no frame of reference for it, not truly, and can't fully appreciate the depth of Sharpe's skill as she ought to nor his dedication to making a shot only to that which he aims. His word, however, is good enough for her. more than good enough.

Adele lets her hands drop back down to the tray she'd carried out to offer him the damp rag. Something to do while she sorts out some manner of a reply.]

Then I've nothing to worry about. My primary concern wasn't your ability to hold your fire- but rather the propensity for some of the villagers appearing where they most certainly should not be. But the odds of that are slim to nonexistent. It's a foolish thing to worry about.