Zinda didn't look up from the bag right away. "It's a 9mm automatic." She answered, completely unfazed by the question. That was until she looked up at Jemma confused. "Night night gun? Jemma, really? How's it ya work for SHIELD and are squeamish around guns?"
Honestly, in her day even their military eggheads could handle a weapon. Maybe not fantastically but they could. Zinda stopped going through the bag and stepped up beside her, taking the gun gently. "Two hands. None of that movie crap I see." She said holding it out in front of her. "And you're gonna wanna plant your feet." She said getting in stance. "And the squeeze, don't pull."
It didn't need to be perfect, but just shooting made Zinda feel better. She handed it back.