"Aye, well, then mayhap his time as a dragon helped his good sense," Susan says. "For there's more to the use of a gun than just having it, and far more than the having that makes a gunslinger, do'ee ken?"

A faint shudder runs through her at the memories that attempt to intrude. Susan pushes them away, trying to hide her reaction, and knows from the look in Cuthbert's eyes that she hasn't been entirely successful... and that he's guessed the direction of her thoughts, as well.

"Susan's right," he says, and oh, it's almost impossibly gentle as his glance meets hers for a moment before he looks back at Reepicheep. Cuthbert sits forward in his chair and touches the grips of his guns, deliberately drawing their attention away from her. "But as for the weapon itself, here."

Moving with care so that there's no confusion, he draws one and holds it so that the others can see, although he makes no offer to let them take it. "Bullets go in the chamber here, and fire through the barrel with a speed that's faster than an arrow and goes much, much further."