Sal appreciates this distraction, even if it's only for a few minutes while shopping. These past few weeks have been—an incredible amount of birdshit, and more emotionally difficult than expected. So when Adam starts talking about magic wands, well. She's not responsible enough to avoid indulging a kid's imagination.

"I'll share a secret with you, okay?" She glances around in mock concern for who might be watching, and spotting no authoritative-types growing suspicious yet, moves her jacket around to offer him a better look at the gun holstered on her waist. Upon closer inspection, it's definitely nothing at all like a normal gun. Aside from being unwieldy and large and brass, the barrel is carved in the shape of a snarling dragon head. Anyone looking at it for long would get the very real and very odd sense that they're being watched by those brass eyes...

"Real mages don't have fancy wands, at least not those that I know," she says in a stage whisper. "This here is called the Cacophony, and I got him deep down in a cursed tomb full of dead emperors. We made a deal, him and I, and he'll shoot magic bullets at bad guys. Much cooler than a piece of driftwood, I think."

Normally she likes to avoid showing the Cacophony off, but really, one tiny exception won't hurt anything. (And magic weapons are fucking cool, thank you very much.)