“You're doing it wrong."

"Son, I've got a gun to your chest and you're telling me that I'm doing it wrong?"

"Yes"

"How?"

"Closer isn't better." He disarmed her with a swift motion, then offered the weapon back to her. "Further away you are, the less unpredictable I can be."

Della's eyes had opened wide with surprise, but she recovered fast. Took the shotgun back and said, "Okay. Knock again so we can start over.”