[ IS THAT A GUN. The only thing staying the full extent of Euphie's wrath in this moment is the fact she can see the safety is on, which she remains undecided on how to feel. Proud, certainly, that Mikazuki is a responsible gun user even when apparently confiscating guns from strangers he's picking up off the street, but also, well. The boy struggles to read and doesn't always seem to know what he's doing with eating utensils or common household furniture, but he's knows his way backwards and forwards with most firearms. And sometimes asks to be cut open with knives.

It's sadder than she really wants to be thinking about. She's going to have to hug him later.

For now, though, Slaine needs her attention. ]

A pleasure to meet you, Slaine. Why don't we... leave the gun for now.

[ She encourages this gently, very carefully edging between Slaine and where might reach for the gun. She doesn't have the full story, so she has no way to know why the gun was confiscated to begin with. She does know Mikazuki wouldn't return it unless he was certain it wouldn't be used on them, but Slaine still looks tense enough that she'd strongly prefer no one have the gun for the moment.

Yes, in fact she's going to perch herself on the edge of the mattress so Slaine will have to grope around her to reclaim his weapon. Make love, not war and all that. ]

Are you all right...? Would you like to tell me what's happened? You're in our home right now, mine and Mikazuki's.