There shouldn't be any parts missing; as airheaded as she can be, she respects weaponry enough to keep track of all the parts that ensure it will actually work. And he's right about her not stopping had they been unloaded (in fact, she's unloaded a few of them herself anyway, curious right down to the bullets), but it's just that there's something... more exciting about a live weapon. To her, anyway.

"So you don't think you could outsmart me." Not quite what he said, but Apollo's just gonna smile at him and act like it was. "Don't go feelin' bad about it though, it ain't easy to hide from a gryp, 'specially not one who knows your scent."

For badness, she very purposely adjusts the way she's cradling the rifle when she notices that it's distracting him, literally rubbing it against her tits enough for there to be a little clink of metal on metal from her piercings, and lets him take back the other rifle she has on her lap. Once it's gone, she wiggles herself into a new position that involves stretching her legs out and placing her feet on his thigh. "You can't be the victor if you don't even play, though."