She follows Javert wordlessly, keeping an eye on Kang until they're a safe distance away. Like there was such a thing.

Mei-Xing examines the weaponry critically, picking up a Charleville musket, and peeping along the sights. "This thing's kind of heavy." Ten or eleven pounds, she'd guess. She peers around the rifle, looking for where she's supposed to load the magazine. Or even a chamber for the rounds. "...Um."