"It's fine," Elisa assured her, with the patient smile of someone who was used to introducing people to a future world that was utterly alien to them. The gargoyles hadn't known what to make of modern technology when they'd awoken from their stone sleep and she regretted not impressing the danger of guns on them - and on Broadway in particular - straight away. "I don't mind teaching you what it does, but I don't want us to get into trouble before we've even worked out where we are."

"There's a mechanism inside," she explained, "It propels the bullet out of the barrel when you pull the trigger."