Handled-- as in fired one? [Elizabeth looks shocked for a moment, then realizes this is Rosalind she's talking to. Learning that Rosalind did anything shouldn't be a surprise anymore. If Rosalind announced tomorrow that she was off to ride tigers, Elizabeth shouldn't be surprised.]
[She takes a bite of the croissant.]
Does Booker know you want to teach me how to fire a gun instead of how to throw them around? [She'd read up on them, of course. What ammunition went in which gun, their purposes and so forth. But practical applications? Never.]
no subject
[She takes a bite of the croissant.]
Does Booker know you want to teach me how to fire a gun instead of how to throw them around? [She'd read up on them, of course. What ammunition went in which gun, their purposes and so forth. But practical applications? Never.]