Frankie walked closer to the girl, letting his full bulk stand over her.  "I can't fault a young girl like you for not studying her history.  All artifacts of a mystical nature were required to be registered as early as 2025, even earlier in the European Union.  Given that your sword seems to exceed the power of even a AA class relic, I assume you're the first in your family to swing it in anger, at least around the DPDS."  Frankie very carefully and gently began to peel the sword from the girl's fingers, his touch gentle yet firm.<br/><br/>"We'll take the sword to the lab, see if it has any unusual properties that would help our research, then have it back to you in less than three days with a permit.  You understand that allowing private citezens to go around with relics of unimaginable power goes far beyond second amendment rights."  Frankie laughed, expecting the joke to go far over the head of the teenager.