[Guzma stares a little blankly at the gun offered to him, before he takes it, looking it over with clear admiration. Like a kid just handed a cool ass toy he could only dream about, this might not be a good idea...
Guzma scoffs at the recoil comment, but she's probably not wrong. Not because he doesn't have the strength, but rather because he doesn't have the experience. He hasn't a clue how to brace for it, how to feel and react to the recoil, so unless she wants to see him break his nose, it might be better to keep that away from him.]
I always play nice, and I can handle the recoil just fine! How bad can it be, huh?
[He's certainly following her, the handgun in one hand, his beer in the other. His attitude has shifted, what was once that brooding shit attitude is now replaced with something a bit more excited.]
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Guzma scoffs at the recoil comment, but she's probably not wrong. Not because he doesn't have the strength, but rather because he doesn't have the experience. He hasn't a clue how to brace for it, how to feel and react to the recoil, so unless she wants to see him break his nose, it might be better to keep that away from him.]
I always play nice, and I can handle the recoil just fine! How bad can it be, huh?
[He's certainly following her, the handgun in one hand, his beer in the other. His attitude has shifted, what was once that brooding shit attitude is now replaced with something a bit more excited.]