"We didn't find or make this. It's from," Yumeiko hesitated only slightly, "one of our allies. They say they found a stockpile, but won't tell us more. That's where we got most of the military deck from, honestly. That ally is using old starships from that stockpile, as well." That particular ally was particularly crude and demanding. She didn't like dealing with him.

"Ooh?" Miyuki claimed to know how to use these inventions of man. She nodded softly at the other, about to cede until the black fox was kind enough to remind the blonde of something.

"Mi[i]yu[/i]ki, a-salt. Assault rifle, [i]please[/i]." Yumeiko snickered more, putting the pistol carefully on the counter while she giggled. "Ass rifle.." she mused to herself, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "Ok, ok. Come close."

She picked the pistol up again and held it carefully, finger off the trigger, safety on. "I believe what you're used to are flintlocks. Those are museum pieces, these days. Not very useful when someone's got even something as small as this pistol. It wouldn't be useless, but," she shook her head. That's whatcha call outgunned. So she showed Miyuki the new(er) gun, "this little cartridge holds the ammunition; this one holds," she thought a moment, trying not to cheat by polling the ship's database, "eight."

The safety, the slide, the ejection port, where [i]else[/i] not to put your hands. The golden spirit fox was better at understanding it than she was using it, but maybe that was just practice, as well?

She had tried not to pace her explanation well - explain in enough detail that Miyuki would have time to absorb something, but not become so long-winded she would bore her - and when she was done, she set the gun down on the counter again and gave Miyuki a grin, "care to try it? It might feel a bit different than the [i]old[/i] rifles." Of course, she would step back, should Miyuki accept.