“That’s not very surprising,” Midge replies. The meat being Kosher isn’t really something she’s worried about at the moment, though she thought of it when Robert mentioned that he eats what he hunts. She supposes that means that he cooks too. It’s something to ask him later, because she probably needs to pay attention while he explains to her how to use his guns.

Midge picks up the handgun and examines it. It’s weighty in her hand, though not too heavy. “I suppose I shouldn’t hold it like a spy in a Hollywood movie?” she jokingly strikes a glamorous pose, holding the gun out in front of her with one hand.