Ah. Guns are weapons what shoot people from a distance, wee explosions an' the bullet--that's the bit of metal what gets shot out of the...

[He picks the thing back up and points at the end of the barrel where there's a small hole.]

... here. Outta the barrel and intae whatever's in it's path. But I dinnae know where the bullets go in.

[Once again, thank the gods there aren't any bullets in, as he looks down the barrel.] I think it's onea those things that changed when I came from where I live. Ye dinnae have 'em? Lucky girl--er, lady. Woman.

[He clears his throat nervously.]