[ Severus looks at the gun dispassionately, and takes it with the reluctance of someone who resents having to pretend a bubble-blowing child's toy is something of value (versus someone who resents having to touch a weapon of death, or whatever). He turns it over in his hands - fortunately a brief lesson with Teller has left him not entirely clueless - but sets it down. The firearm makes a 'tack' noise on the table, pressed carbon edges. ]
Do you have any ammunition for it? As a guide. They're all different.
[ Bullets, he means. Which for the record are wasteful and inconsistent. ]
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Do you have any ammunition for it? As a guide. They're all different.
[ Bullets, he means. Which for the record are wasteful and inconsistent. ]