[ She'd been reassured a minute ago by what seemed like plain practicality, but right now Deely cannot for the life of her work out why. Now he comes across like a completely insane person – for some reason, it's currently fucking her up more that he just produced a gun with the same mild pragmatism of digging the door's key out of his pocket. Like, Oh, look, I've fixed it! Nothing to see here! But there is absolutely something to see here. It's not that she hasn't handled guns before, but they weren't real guns, they were pretend guns for make-believe. And the BB gun her friend Wade had let her shoot in his back yard when they were eight demonstrably does not count. ]
Well, then what the fuck are you gonna shoot? It's a door! You gonna, what, incapacitate its hinges?
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Well, then what the fuck are you gonna shoot? It's a door! You gonna, what, incapacitate its hinges?