[D'Artagnan starts to remark on meeting in person, but Wash is displaying his pistol and it's left him speechless before the words come out. He squints at the gun with clear confusion for a moment, not expecting anything of the sort, but it is still recognisably a firearm. Quite small and compact, oddly squat and hard angles. Off to the side of the video frame, his fingers move like he might be imagining holding it, and considering how it balances. There are pieces that look like they move on the barrel, grooves and tracks.]
Does... does it slide? The...
[He mimics attempting to pull the flat top piece back, the function of it not entirely lost on him, but unfamiliar. Reaching past where he's set his device, he retrieves his own pistol from across the kitchen table, holding in front of him sideways. It's a wheellock, over a foot long, scratches and dings along the polished wood, metal dull in places.]
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Does... does it slide? The...
[He mimics attempting to pull the flat top piece back, the function of it not entirely lost on him, but unfamiliar. Reaching past where he's set his device, he retrieves his own pistol from across the kitchen table, holding in front of him sideways. It's a wheellock, over a foot long, scratches and dings along the polished wood, metal dull in places.]
It's quite different than mine, obviously.