Or, hardly training? After being given a clean bill of health and feeling some tinge of guilt that she probably owed the Republic for their charity, above her standard pay grade, she set off to the gym hall to get some training down. That was the plan until she crossed the recreation hall where someone managed to smuggle Despair 2: The Final Missions onto one of the terminals. She wandered to it and tried to look like she wasn't actually going to the machine on purpose, only that it coincidentally caught her interest. Sitting down all casual like, she moved across pixilated green-lined landscape in search of something to zap.
This kind of counts as target practice training, right?