[Just because he had something in common with a friend of hers wasn't obligation to open up, however, and sensing discomfort, Eugene wasn't about to press the issue. Besides, if he lost Jack here, he wouldn't be much for conversing about him, either. Shifting to take hold of his bow he tried to mimic her-- unsure as to whether or not the lesson was beginning]

Sixteen-- that's young. I lost mine a little over a year ago. Fell, which is a kind of a lame reason, but it did enough damage.

[Not that he was wanting to talk about himself or his circumstances, but if it took the conversation away from delicate matters, he was all for it]

How long have you been shooting arrows?