Isabelle sprayed an ineffective spread of paintballs towards the patch of greenery that Pope had pointed her towards. If nothing else, it gave her a bit of a feel as to how accurate her new firearm really was.

Oh come on, this thing can't even hit the broadside of a barn. I probably couldn't hit Amy if she had her back to me, was tied up and unconscious!

Taking her finger off the trigger, she scampered towards the zone where Pope had directed her, fully expecting to get a face full of paint every time she put one foot in front of the other.