Mariella Snippet 7

Trystan gingerly took the pistol into his hands and turned it over. He ran his fingers over the cold steel, tilting his head. It was a Beretta 92FS. It was old, that was sure, but that didn't mean it was unloved. There was very little rust and he had no problem pulling the slide back. A single unspent bullet soared through the airm hitting the ground with a small, metallic sound. "She'll need a cleaning soon," he said, pressing the mag release. The magazine slid out and into his palm and he looked it over. 8 rounds. "but you've got a good weapon there. If you'll let me," he slid the magazine back in and switched the safety on with a smile. "I'd love to teach you. In the morning though. We have to keep it down for now. The safety is down, by the way." He offered the gun back to her with a smile. "Sound good?"