She turns and grabs a bow and a quiverfull of arrows, fitting an arrow to the bow and shooting, squaring the bullseye in the middle. "Been an archer since I was 5. How long have you been at it?"
A sudden yell from another range called Maya's attention away. "Well, it was nice meetin ya. See you around." She jogs off to help the archer in distress. You shoot another, trying to get it at least in the vacinity of the center. You set the bow and quiver down and stand idle for a moment.