"Hmmmmmmmnnn~ An [i]ally[/i] you say~?"

She was making a hard-to-read-expression. Was she curious? Cautious? Critical? Jealous? Whatever it was, it wasn't going to be easy to figure out, and asking directly was likely not going to yield any results either.

Again, the golden fox snickered and noted that it was not an 'Ass Rifle', but an 'Ass Ult Rifle'... What was the difference? Did the 'ult' part matter that much? Maybe she was one of those stiicklers who prefered to refer to things and people and plaes by their full, whole, long and complete names or titles? She was prenteding to be a Goddess after all, so maybe she'd become a bit stuffy with these flamboyant, flowery points of decorum?

But those thoughts were short-lived, as Yumeko told Miyuki to get close. Which she did. Very close. And followed intently as the divine one explained the intricacies and mechanics of this new... Pistol...? It was a bit different from the ones she was used to, yes. It looked... less ornate... More... Simple and compact... It wasn't as striking or aesthetically pleasing to look at either... But apparently it could hold eight metal balls instead of just one? So, maybe that was the price for form over function? Regardless, it  seemed Yumejo was somewhat... Restricting..? Her lesson... Or did she beleive Miyuki wouldn't understand if she tried to go into the nitty gritty details and fienr aspects? Well, that might ery well be the case, but still! Rude!

Then, the golden fox lay the gun on a naryb surface, and asked if Miyuki wanted to try it. The dark fox's tails swished and flicked. She looked at the little weapon before her. Then reached out a hand and picked it up. She turned it over and examined it from every which angle - at one point even aiming the gun back at herself and peering into the barrel. Of course, she was mimicking Yumeko's habit of not having any fingers near the little pull-y thing on the weapon's... Belly...? Underside? Near the grippy-thing!

Once she was done looking at it, and weighing it up and down in her hand for a bit, Miyuki spun the gun around over oene of her index fingers, then snapped it into a firm grip. She looked down the firing range where Yumeko had previously fired the Ass-ult rifle and plasmer gun. She raised the pistol, a single arm holding it out - sideways, might I add, from her body. She glared at the distant target.

Then the safety was undone.

A singular little 'bang'.

The target was hit, but only in the very corner. Miyuki looked down at the handgun, shifted its weight a little in her hand, then re-took aim. Her holden eyes took an uncanny, unpleasantly steely and cold glare - like a pair of unfeeling metallic orbs, which seemed to emit a slight glow... or was that just a trick of the light?

Another bang. Then another. And another.

With each successive shot, the holes in the target kept coming closer to the center. The dark fox kept pulling the trigger, until the entire magazine had been emptied and the gun could fire no more. But, at this point, it was clear to see Miyuki's... Frankly frightening pace of improvement. She'd gone from winging the very outer edge of the target, to somehow managing to land two fo the eight shots in the very central-most ring. Sure, none of her shots were a bull's-eye, but still... This was her first time handling a modern day firearm of any kind.

She looked at the handgun. Eyes still cold and eerie. The safety was flipped again. And the weapon was placed back down on the surface she'd picked it from. The dark fox turned to Yumeko, and as she did, only then did the golden orbs in her skull seem to once again soften and return to their 'normal' state.

"An improvement over what I've seen and used in the past. I can admit that." She said, her tails gently swaying behind her. "Could something like this little piss-tool actually bring down one of your enemies though?" She asked, tilting her head quizzically.

... And she got the name wrong again...