[seeing him just go straight into fumbling around with it gives her an uneasy feeling; her eyes wince at the noisy click of the lever, and her shoulders draw up a bit at the sight of his finger going to the trigger.]

I must admit, I've not handled these sorts myself, only...only seen others use them. Please do not point that end at me or yourself. [she points at the end of the barrel.] That would be where the, ah...pellet? [is that what they're called? what is a bullet. only the children in town play with guns and she doesn't play.] The, the ammunition...exits...

[she gestures toward the gallery, the wall.] Point it that way and try?