I'm afraid I'm hardly the only person that took this endeavor upon themselves.

[A lot of people are terrible in their own way, Hans supposes. He doesn't know what to do with that, except help stop them? Make them seem more awful than him? He figures that's better than trying to be more terrible, not in front of others at least. That certainly has a higher chance of backfiring spectacularly.

So, he keeps up his amicable behavior, even smiling lightly despite the light jab. It's fine. With a slight bow, he starts to lead the way.]

At this time, perhaps I should've practiced my energy into creating shields.

[And said bowman is aiming their arrow straight at Tifa, waiting carefully until he gets the perfect shot. As in, until they're deep in conversation with her back turned...]