"Could you?" It's somewhere between a question and a challenge. The pleased lilt in her voice never drops away as she speaks, her soft alto staying even the whole time. "I've never fired a real one, you know? Plastic and hard light just aren't the same."

Her gaze drops down to the gun, her smile not receding for a moment. It's an utterly human invention, isn't it? Bright metal and angles aplenty. It distances itself from the body so that it can do what humans can't. Even that's amazing, in its own way, but she can't help but feel- sad, just thinking about it. Humanity tries so, so hard, even burdened down as they are on Earth. Why impose those limits on others?