Trax watched in silence as Keshani followed his instructions. In the end, her change in grip was very slight, but the change was there, and it was an important one. He studied how the blaster was now resting in her hands. For the next while, he'd have to pay very close attention to any changes.
"Now for the fun part. You're going to holster your weapon and do it again. Then, you'll do it all over and over again until that's the position the blaster is in as soon as you draw it. And here's why;
In a fire fight, the only thing you'll have any real control over is your grip. You'll be ducking, dodging, weaving, running and all manner of other activities so your breathing is going to be all over the place. In the heat of battle you're not going to get the opportunity to collect yourself and calm your breathing.
And you'll never know what your position will be, you could be running, crouching, firing from around a corner, lying prone on the ground, or crawling through duct work. Which means you'll rarely be able to take the stance that's most comfortable and advantageous for you to shoot accurately from.
No matter what position your firing from or how labored your breathing is, how you hold your weapon is under your control. You need to train the muscles in your hand to always hold it the same way. That's going to take a long time and a lot of practice, it's not something that after today you'll have down pat. But I'm hoping that after today you'll be able to recognize when you're not holding it the way you should be and adjust."
Between Trax's body language, or at least what little of that there was, and his tone, which was much more revealing, he was obviously taking this, and by extension, Keshani's safety and preparedness, very seriously.
