"I borrow a gun from Triela for practicing; I don't have one of my own, so I totally couldn't shoot you!" Momoko shivered at both the thought of owning one and the memory of seeing someone shot with one. "I'd probably punch you, but I don't know that you could ever make me that mad. At least not when I'm really me." And really, she'd been more upset that time.

She pointed towards the sign for the restaurant. "And in case you didn't notice, I am not a guy. Is it like a club to play sports? Look at car magazines? Tell dirty jokes? Compare sweaty socks?" Talk about girls?