"Yeah, but keeping the bore from rusting-out is a bit of a challenge with corrosive ammunition. Still hits hard though." Taggart stated, a little uneasy by how Willis was eying-up his rifle with more than a little envy and nostalgia.

He watched as the little girl, not yet introduced, was quietly ignoring them. The fact that she refused to acknowledge what was going-on was probably more unsettling even as he heard a scratching at the front-door to join the much louder scratching at the bathroom door.

He then heard something meowing, and remembered his kitty-cat had tagged-along with him this time.

Opening the door just a crack, he let the little feline into the house as it stalked up behind Gabel, watching her intently before perking its ears at the noise of the bathroom-door scraping.