[Finding a particularly spot off to the side completely and utterly riveting, Sniper avoided looking at her, listening to her approach instead. Even without seeing her body, he could picture it easily enough, his imagination filling in the gaps. He felt his face flush, and hoped the heat would cover for him.]
Right. Good.
[He took another breath, steam filling his lungs.]
[Action]
Right. Good.
[He took another breath, steam filling his lungs.]
Let's get this done with.