“Fitz seems so … impersonal.” She shrugged. She didn’t bother to tell him that a truly skilled liar could tell nothing but the truth and still have you believing all the wrong things; she rather thought it might explode his brain. “Come on, we’re going to get you some ear plugs. And maybe a little time at the range. If people are going to be shooting guns next you, you should at least know which bit is the safety.”
He leaned back, taking what was literally a stray gun and holding it in his hands, flat against his palms. “That’s the safety catch. Standard issue SHIELD firearms also contain an internal safety trigger, a trigger lock for carrying, and a secondary manual-automatic switch hidden within the loading system itself.”
Setting his second hand on the gun, he disassembled it fully, placing each part on the table in turn. “I know how guns work. Doesn’t stop me from getting them shot near me.”
Her eyebrows rose at his quick and efficient rundown, and she folded her arms. “Also doesn’t explain why you don’t carry earplugs. Or how you came to be in a situation where they were going off next you. Do I get the truth now, since you’ve demonstrated your competency?”