“Yeah,” she says, rubbing her shoulder with the opposite hand. “I think so.” Hopefully it won’t leave a bruise, but it won’t be the end of the world if it does. “The recoil is definitely stronger with this thing, but I think it’s easier to aim, since you hold onto the barrel when you fire.”

Midge strikes a pose with the rifle, putting the barrel of it up against her shoulder. “Can you see me walking through Central Park with this thing?”