It was odd being so distracted.  Wasn't like it was the best fuck in the world that just happened, not even the best she'd ever experienced even, and yet... why was her mind stuck dwelling so?  It was as if... as if she were filled with Shoni's spirit, perhaps... but not so much that her weapon wasn't getting done, in fact being done a little ahead of schedule!  Perfect to, ornate, unique... tested the break and looked down the smooth barrel inside... yes, this would do, another step in more advanced weaponry!  Now to figure out a way to make hard cased ammo, and something to make it so the bullet flew a bit more accurately... eh, she'd figure something out with time.<br/><br/>By the time she was done determining the rifle was sturdy enough to bash someone's face in if she<em>really</em>wanted to and not even lose a splinter (not that the wood on the stock was prone to that, nice and smoothed and lacquered as it was), it was up on deck with a soft cartridge and standard components to traditional musket loading as well.  She found a ship comm and announced she would be test-firing her new weapon, twice, and not to panic unless they heard her screaming in pain (which would be if the gun blew up in her face, or what was left of her face).  On deck, facing starboard, she loaded her gun traditionally, not using the break, cocked it, shouldered it, sighted the sky... and with a pull of a trigger that metal lead ball was<em>flying</em>for a fair distance!  Excellent, just<em>wonderful</em>!  What a sound too, so much louder than her pistol... and now to test the other method, this time breaking the action, loading up a soft cartridge, snapping it shut... again shouldering and sighting... and<em>boom</em>again, off towards the horizon!  Another perfectly crafted, working weapon!<br/><br/>Then though, she noted what time it was... 'bout time to meet Marek in her quarters, and about time to have dinner too... well, Marek would wait patiently like a puppy, and she could always pick up the food and head to her quarters.  Especially since she had a table in her quarters, though it was often used to get railed by some fine cock on; no reason she can't eat on it though!  So off to the galley, to get her something to eat, and if she should happen to pass by Cassie... well, Doxi would certainly stop to talk briefly about what she'd been feeling all day... but if she didn't see her she could certainly ask when the woman came by for a morning 69 tomorrow, so no big deal.  Primary was food, secondary Marek, optional was Cassie, as it were...