It is. It was a present from someone for me. I owed him not only his own life, but the lives of people he considered kin.

[She watches the gun with wide eyes, trying to commit ever aspect of it to her mind. Then her stance relaxes as she size up this strange man. He wanted to use his guns, yes, but he didn't have a particular deathwish for any of them. He seemed to merely be interested in terrifying whoever stumbled into his range.]

I'm told I should thank his ancestors for coming up with such a beauty.

Now she's talking about the smaller pistol in her hands, aimed at Ocelot.]</small