She considers herself too old to blush, but there's something of regret in her features. "This model? it's pretty close, but it's not the same as the one back home. This was commissioned by leonardo da vinci during the fire giants attack. When I was taken to this place, I just had my side arm."

Not that she wasn't grateful for it, but it wasn't entirely the same. Which was why she hadn't gone as far as naming it yet. Not that she named her rifle back home either, but given how it's saved her ass numerous times, it was something to consider.

Either that or she'd been around dwarves for too long. "Suppose I should start improving in swordfighting as well, just to keep my bases covered."