Tamora snorted a laugh at Rinoa's assessment of her gun-toting comrade. "Sounds like a couple of the guys I work with back home," she said. They were all a bunch of mutton-heads, but they were good guys and they all watched each other's backs, and that was what mattered.
Watching as Rinoa correctly identified the main components of the handgun, she reached for the handgun and ejected the empty magazine.
"The bullets for a handgun are kept in a magazine that locks into the grip here," she said, flipping the cartridge in her hand and then extending it to Rinoa so she could look at it. "So it's definitely a bit of a different setup than a rifle--there's no stock to brace, you just have to compensate for the recoil with your hands." She wagged a finger. "Luckily the kickback on a handgun is significantly less violent than a rifle, in most cases, so it's nothing to be too concerned about."
She paused and looked up when a shadow crossed the table. Another girl stood there, her long dark hair pulled back in a braid and tape wrapped around her hands. She glanced at Rinoa, then figured her pupil was much more of a people-person than she was and likely wouldn't mind the company. Tamora was always prepared to discuss firearms with another interested soul.
"Sure, grab a seat," she said, gesturing at all the open space left at the table. Then she stuck her hand out to make an introduction. "Sergeant Tamora Calhoun, Space Marine Corps and Exsilium Police Force," she said, and then nodded toward Rinoa. "Just giving Miss Heartilly here a quick n' dirty Firearms 101--you an enthusiast too?"
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Watching as Rinoa correctly identified the main components of the handgun, she reached for the handgun and ejected the empty magazine.
"The bullets for a handgun are kept in a magazine that locks into the grip here," she said, flipping the cartridge in her hand and then extending it to Rinoa so she could look at it. "So it's definitely a bit of a different setup than a rifle--there's no stock to brace, you just have to compensate for the recoil with your hands." She wagged a finger. "Luckily the kickback on a handgun is significantly less violent than a rifle, in most cases, so it's nothing to be too concerned about."
She paused and looked up when a shadow crossed the table. Another girl stood there, her long dark hair pulled back in a braid and tape wrapped around her hands. She glanced at Rinoa, then figured her pupil was much more of a people-person than she was and likely wouldn't mind the company. Tamora was always prepared to discuss firearms with another interested soul.
"Sure, grab a seat," she said, gesturing at all the open space left at the table. Then she stuck her hand out to make an introduction. "Sergeant Tamora Calhoun, Space Marine Corps and Exsilium Police Force," she said, and then nodded toward Rinoa. "Just giving Miss Heartilly here a quick n' dirty Firearms 101--you an enthusiast too?"