James scowls slightly at the lunch in Grant's hands. Alex is a food menace that needs to be stopped, he thinks. Walking over to the clearing in front of the car, he eyes the targets Grant laid out. They are rather simply constructed, but he lets Grant's ribbing slide. Instead, he aims at the left target and pulls the trigger a couple of times. He manages to hit the circle. It's a little off-center, but he feels better. "Please. What image?" he scoffs but then he smirks. He resets his gun, aims, and fires.