"Andrea lifted a black firearm, holding it as if it were covered with slime. "This is a Witness 45. It has a molding flaw on the grip right here, see? If you fire it, it will blister your hand." She picked up another gun. "This is a Raven 25. They haven't made them since the early nineties. I didn't even know they were still around. It's a cheap junk gun. They used to call them Saturday Night Specials. You can't put twenty rounds through it without it jamming, and the way this one looks, I wouldn't even risk loading it. It might blow up in my hand. And this? This is a Hi-Point, otherwise known as Beemiller." "Is that supposed to tell me something?" She stared at me. "It's like the crappiest gun out there. Normal guns cost upward of half a grand. This costs like a hundred bucks. The slide is made out of zinc with aluminum." I looked at her. "Look, I can bend it with my hand." I'd also seen her bend a steel rod with her hand, but now didn't seem the best time to mention it. Andrea put the Hi-Point on the desk. "Where did you get these again?" "They're surplus guns from the Pack. Confiscated, from what I understand." "Confiscated during violent altercations?" "Yes." Andrea sagged into her chair. Her blue-tipped hair drooped in defeat. "Kate, if someone used a gun against the shapeshifters and now the shapeshifters have said gun, it wasn't a very good gun, was it?" "I'm not arguing with you. I didn't have a choice. That's what was here when I moved in." Andrea extracted a fierce-looking silver handgun from the box. Her eyes widened. She looked at it for a moment and tapped it on the corner of her desk. The gun responded with a dry pop. She looked at me with an expression of abject despair. "It's plastic." I spread my arms at her. Andrea tossed the plastic gun to Grendel. "Here, chew on this."