She takes the gun from him, turning it over in her hands and frowning disapprovingly at it. She's only used one a couple of times, in the ice Arena when one had quite literally fallen from the sky and landed at her feet in a little silver parachute. She'd loved the sense of control that came with holding it, knowing that she was on even footing with everyone else, and didn't need to worry about most of them being physically bigger and stronger than her when she aimed it at them.

"It shouldn't feel this light. Does that make it more difficult to aim?"

She's taking this all far more seriously than an arcade game merits.