I took another person out to the range who had never touched a gun in her life. This time it was this really nice girl from Wales I met on campus. Never touched a gun, never even seen one unless it was on the hip of a police officer, I think. She seemed alternately excited to experience this particular part of American culture and apprehensive about shooting. We talked a bit, and she actually ended up loading 20 rounds of .223 with my close supervision abut a week before the event, so she had a chance to shoot ammo that she had made, which was cool. It went well - She's a natural marksman (Markswoman? Marksperson?). From resting on the bench with a BSA red dot on an AR-15, she shot a 5-shot group that I'd eyeball at around an inch and a quarter at 25 yards, which I took as pretty impressive. She also shot an AR-7, a Ruger Security Six, and a Taurus 709 Slim, all of which she handled very well with slow-fire accuracy. Most importantly, she had fun. She seemed particularly surprised by how friendly everyone was - Everyone wanted to ask what we were shooting, talk about their guns, and congratulate the new shooter. She compared it to a Star Trek convention where everyone is super-friendly and just wants to nerd out about their hobby, which I thought was pretty fitting. This makes it five n00bs I've taken to the range. I'm gonna have to start etching tally marks in the stock of my rifle.