[When the lady steps forward, Arthur steps back. There's something off about this woman. Something that's setting off alarms in Arthur's head and then some. She's right dainty looking with her long auburn hair. A little wisp of a woman, more like a mere girl but there's something wrong about her eyes. First off, they look red like rubies to him and seem to shine brighter with some sort of ethereal gleam. Arthur has had his fill of the supernatural as of late, so excuse him if he's a tad wary.]
Yeah, yeah. A bold proclamation comin' from a lady too damn dumb to know what a gun looks like.
[He huffs in annoyance once this woman starts going off at the mouth. She's more aggravating than Abigail whenever she's in a tizzy about something John did. This little lady is trying to pick his brain and Arthur doesn't like it one bit.]
Geez, quit your yappin' for a minute!
[He snaps at her while trying his best not to grow. This is a robbery turned interrogation. How come nothing ever works out in his favor?]
You tellin' the truth about never seein' a gun before, ma'am? [Arthur questions with a raised brow.] Well, erm...hm.
[He lets out a long suffering sigh.]
Alright then, I might as well give you a lesson. [Despite how ridiculous this seems, Arthur complies. He pulls out his revolver and points it upward away from them both.] This is the Schofield Revolver.
[He explains before lowering it for closer inspection. It's a silver revolver with a wooden hilt. Definitely not as fancy as one of Dutch's guns but practical and sleek in design.]
It's a firearm that has a revolving cylinder. [Arthur feels absolutely idiotic for having to explain this but he continues nonetheless. He shows off the cylinder of the gun and pops it open to reveal the brass coated bullets inside.] It contains multiple chambers for ammunition and it's fired out from the barrel.
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Yeah, yeah. A bold proclamation comin' from a lady too damn dumb to know what a gun looks like.
[He huffs in annoyance once this woman starts going off at the mouth. She's more aggravating than Abigail whenever she's in a tizzy about something John did. This little lady is trying to pick his brain and Arthur doesn't like it one bit.]
Geez, quit your yappin' for a minute!
[He snaps at her while trying his best not to grow. This is a robbery turned interrogation. How come nothing ever works out in his favor?]
You tellin' the truth about never seein' a gun before, ma'am? [Arthur questions with a raised brow.] Well, erm...hm.
[He lets out a long suffering sigh.]
Alright then, I might as well give you a lesson. [Despite how ridiculous this seems, Arthur complies. He pulls out his revolver and points it upward away from them both.] This is the Schofield Revolver.
[He explains before lowering it for closer inspection. It's a silver revolver with a wooden hilt. Definitely not as fancy as one of Dutch's guns but practical and sleek in design.]
It's a firearm that has a revolving cylinder. [Arthur feels absolutely idiotic for having to explain this but he continues nonetheless. He shows off the cylinder of the gun and pops it open to reveal the brass coated bullets inside.] It contains multiple chambers for ammunition and it's fired out from the barrel.