[ McCree tilts his head slightly. Yeah, that was about what he expected. He comes up beside Lance, a critical look in his dark eyes. ]

You got talent, partner. But your fancy tech's holdin' you back.

[ He sets a hand on Lance's shoulder and pushes gently. ]

You got sloppy form and a wanderin' eye. But that rifle you're totin' corrects your mistakes while you're makin'em.

[ He nudges Lance, here and there, until he's got the kid arranged properly. Legs locked, back straight, arms in the right place. ]

'S real handy. But it ain't conducive to improvement.