"No, no, he carries something else...it's French, I think."  Musubi scratched the side of her head when she posited what the specific shotgun carried by the dwarf might be.  "Sorry, I'm not really that good with remembering guns that are pointed at me."  She exhaled.  Then heard Elisabeth's next line of questioning.<br/><br/>"I...I can't," was all she really managed to reply.  Her ears folded in just a little bit, like she was ashamed to admit it.  "I just...no, I won't.  I won't go poking around in their lives like that."  Which sounded all well and noble enough.  But...Elisabeth would be able to feel something amiss.