Ehmoi stuck it in the bucket. Some things smelled blood, right?
Whatever was in the bar didn't feel. BAD. But that didn't mean it wasn't currently compromising it's morals to hunt for hybrids.
Or maybe one of those, one of those people who thought he was his brother, or, or something. There were so many things out here that could make it just as bad as the ship.
Ehmoi swallowed. He wasn't even really sure how to use the gun. It wasn't a flint-lock, like the captain had liked to carry for show. It was black and heavy. He hoped pulling the trigger would work. But it had little, other bits on it. Like that button. What did that button do?
He pushed it, and the magazine shot out, hit the ground with a clatter.
Oh no now it was empty! He tried to put it back it and when it didn't go at once he started to panic.