"Simple thing indeed.", he said, picking the weapon. "I shall be in need for familiarizing myself with that kind of weaponry, which shall take some time, I suppose.", saying this, The Outcast grabbed the weapon, "broke" the weapon in two, loaded it with a defused shell and pulled the trigger, aiming at the wall. There was just a silent click, for all the quicksilver was already burnt away from the detonating cap and there was no gunpowder inside the shell. Then, the Alien broke it again and the shell jumped away to the ground with a silent chime.
"Hardly a challenge. I must check it with proper ammunition now, to accustom myself with the recoil. You do not want me flying around the battlefield, is it right ?", he admitted, picking it up.
"Then, what are we going to do now ? Miss, can you precise the source of this... wickedness ?", Eldar asked, balancing the weapon in his hands for a while and then laying down the shotgun on the table. Then he sat on a bed and finished eating a corpse-starch bar.