Evanthe looked between us for a moment before audibly gulping. "O-of course. Let me just-" Evanthe reached below her booth before pulling out a gun. A really big gun. The gun was both wider and taller than the woman I noticed as she with very little difficulty placed it on the table between us.
After placing it down, she stroked the stock with a familiarity and lost that shyness she seemed to previously have. "This is the PPR-L216. One of the smaller Psionic rifles we own here. It looks a little clunky, I know, but with the amount of Psionic energy that gets passed through these things, they need to be sturdy over visual appeal."
I did notice the frame of the gun was quite rectangular and thick with its short buttstock and single pod. As I was looking it over, a voice next to me spoke. "Where do you chamber the ammunition? I don't see any entrance to the gun beside up its barrel and that looks more like an over vent"
