Withdrawing...
what
"
What."
Homura raises her eyebrows at you, holding the
pistol by its barrel and presenting it to you. It's a... distinctive weapon, from the exposed trigger group transiting into what you
know is a five round magazine, to the top-exposed bolt action slide, gliding onwards to a matte, blackened barrel. A
shortened barrel.
You stare at the equally sawn down birch stock of the
sawn down Mosin-Nagant rifle. A bolt action rifle converted to a
pistol that fires
7.62mm rounds.
"It's an
obrez," Homura notes quietly. She pronounces it correctly, too. She begins to reach into her shield again. "Do you want something smalle-"
"N-no!" you squeak, taking -well, snatching, really- the pistol from her and turning it over in your hands. An
obrez. It's on the larger end of concealable, but it's something you can fit into your bag if you remove some of the marbles. It's not like you'd expect to carry anything but a pocket pistol or something in your, well, pocket. "Where did you even
get this?"
Homura shrugs with one shoulder.
"There's a magical girl who shows up infrequently."