Alright, then.

[ She shakes her head. Six weeks of sleeping late, eating decently and talking to nice well-meaning people makes her usual ways feel slimy. She moves away from him, to the desk, and she sets her pistol on the table. Blockier than a revolver, but sleeker, too. ]

Come here. This is a Browning Hi-Power. If we're ever covering each other and someone needs to switch off, you'll want to know all the quirks.