Sarah stayed where she was, partially to defend her pyramid and partially because she doubted how well her exhausted frame would react to any more motion. Sarah traced the pistol's path her eye, watching the symbol with a very particular sort of curiosity. It wasn't like anything she'd seen before. She had a passing familiarity with most weapons manufacturers in Liberty and a few beyond it. She could strip and reassemble almost any firearm handed to her, given time and tools, yet the weapon before her was completely unknown. Even in passing, the design lacked the curves of most Libertonian weapons.
"Where'd the gun come from?" She inquired, carefully removing a fragment of glass from her boot. "I mean, it's not one of ours, is it?"
