[Sal raises her eyebrows, a little taken aback. Regardless, after a moment of contemplation she reaches inside her jacket and takes out the Cacophony. Holding it up in one hand, she lets the other woman make her inspection of it.]

He's pretty fucking grouchy when other people handle him, so forgive me if I don't let you touch him.

[Touchy is one way to think of it. She can still remember his reaction when she drew him on a chicken. The gun is some version of what this world would consider an antique pistol, brass in make, with a dragon head cut out from the barrel.

For anyone with magic sensitivity, there is a definite presence coming off it, as if it's watching Lilith with an intense interest, an almost disdain at being drawn out like this. The magic in it is clear as day—and though Hell doesn't exist on her world, if someone wanted to think of the power eminating from it as something otherworldly and almost...demonic, well. There's definitely something unique about this gun.]

The Cacophony, ruiner of everyone's week. You want a demonstration?

[Reaching inside her pocket, she takes out a handful of bullets. These also give off a strong magical aura. Holding them in her hand, the enchantment on them seems obvious, done by a true master of the craft.]