[Well, whatever she's doing, for the time being it works; while normally he would have been a bit irritated at the blatant attempt at directing him, at pointing out the obvious shot, as it stands it just gives him something else to focus on that isn't whatever's going on inside his head.
He paces the table for a moment, trying to work out whether he does, in fact, like the shot on the six; the angle is good and after a moment so is his positioning, leaning over the table without disturbing the rest of it, feinting once before sinking the ball easily into the pocket.
Admittedly, he has nothing useful beyond that; just the same, there's no sense in not at least attempting something, especially this early; the next shot he lines up banks off the side of the table, connecting rather solidly with a few of the other balls clustered near the center of the table, scattering them a little more but not accomplishing too much there.
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He paces the table for a moment, trying to work out whether he does, in fact, like the shot on the six; the angle is good and after a moment so is his positioning, leaning over the table without disturbing the rest of it, feinting once before sinking the ball easily into the pocket.
Admittedly, he has nothing useful beyond that; just the same, there's no sense in not at least attempting something, especially this early; the next shot he lines up banks off the side of the table, connecting rather solidly with a few of the other balls clustered near the center of the table, scattering them a little more but not accomplishing too much there.
Well. It's something.]