...Yeah. Kinda like that. [She watches him as he takes aim again, nodding. And then the knife makes contact and she's actually smiling a little.]

There ya go! You at least hit the target. Y'just gotta worry about angle and the amount of speed behind it. You throw too slow, and: [She takes aim again, purposefully tossing the knife with less speed. It rotates less, and clatters uselessly against the tree.] that's what happens.