[ It does feel hot to her, and it's a shame that such a thing has a glaring flaw like that. But the heat is no bother to her. Her golden eyes find Karamatsu again, considering him.

Such a soft little child, does he really need a gun like this? She thinks not. But also, reluctantly, she must admit that it's better to have an ally in a strange new place than not.

Widowmaker tosses the gun lightly back to its owner. Her aim is, of course, perfect. ]

Perhaps you should see a gunsmith with it. A malfunctioning gun is a sad thing, sometimes a fatal thing, even a little revolver like that.