Nemo looked down to the table, rhythmically rolling his right hand's fingers on the side of his head, not replying to Raiya or Zoey. After letting out a small sigh he leaned back in his chair, now looking up to the ceiling.[color=c0c0c0] "Yeah, that would be me."[/color] Nemo finally replied after a couple seconds of silence. 

He then turned to face Zoey. [color=c0c0c0]"I am a smith, but the things I create are custom, akin to a bespoke suit. And not unlike a bespoke suit, the weapons I make take time. Perfection can't just be spawned willy-nilly at the last moment, it has to be [i]crafted[/i] over time. But it's as you said, you don't need something fancy. And luckily I think I have something that fits the bill with your requirements."[/color] Nemo explained, then spawned a pistol in his right hand.

The pistol he summoned was a chrome plated 380. ACP Walther PPK/S with a ivory grip. Attached to the barrel was a matching chrome plated small pistol suppressor. [color=c0c0c0]"I haven't done much work on this one since I acquired it after a encounter with a British intelligence agent. But it should shoot-"[/color] Nemo paused, ejecting the magazine from the pistol and bringing the gun up to his ear. He pulled back the slide a few times, carefully listening to the sound it made. [color=c0c0c0]"-just fine."[/color] He concluded. Putting the mag back in and tossing the gun up into the air. He caught it by the suppressor and extended the gun out to Zoey with the handle facing her. [color=c0c0c0]"Don't forget the spare."[/color] Nemo added, conjuring a extra magazine with a sleight of hand trick in his other hand. Judging by sight and weight, both of them were already loaded with ammunition.