[Carlisle gives his partner a polite smile -- he'd meant for Glacius to stay home for his safety, but knows better than to argue with the alien, who will never put himself first when there are others in need of his protection. He takes his own mug to the easy chair, sidling into it beside the rabbit, who has taken up residence in the corner of the seat as of late.]
Those are guns, are they not? My knowledge of firearms is rudimentary, at best.
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Those are guns, are they not? My knowledge of firearms is rudimentary, at best.