Amami watched, in dumb-founded silence, as the world seemingly unfolded before her. Atasuke walked in, bellowed about a toaster, and...ate the toast from the machine. Amami waited quietly, expecting the man to collapse to the ground requiring medical attention, but it never happened. He left the room, but then her nose perked up. Was that...the smell of fire? She looked over and, sure enough, there was a coffee can on fire. Now, having access to basic knowledge, she was well aware that fire was bad. Having access to more than average knowledge of physics, after all letting bullets ricochet around willy-nilly without calculation wasn't wise. So, she whipped out her pistol, and fired a shot.

The bullet lanced out, bounced off the wall, whiffing over the can and knocking it to the ground. As it tumbled down, she fire a second shot that winged the sink, turning it on and sending water flying at the can, she twirled the gun around her finger, then blew on the barrel, sending the gunsmoke away. She then slid her gun into the holster and, once the fire was out, walked up and flipped the sink off, the new chip in it..and the new bullet hole in the wall notwithstanding. She then sat the rice cooker on the cabinet and plugged it in, humming slightly as she said "I'll cook anyway if you'd like, Shuu-chan."