Letting Jed's hands guide him in how to hold the gun, Redford narrowed his eyes as he tried to concentrate on getting it right. He had no clue how to tell if a gun was right for him or not, so he figured this one was as good as any.
In the back of his mind, he was still trying to figure out Jed's opinions on guns - maybe not the most relevant thing to be thinking about right now, but there it was. He seemed to view them as accessories, but as tools. Mutually exclusive ideas. Like a safety net, kind of, and he was now trying to extend that safety net to Redford.
Only half-listening to Jed and Evelyn's conversation, Redford tipped the gun up so he could peer down the barrel. At Evelyn's comment about skyscraper heels, Redford huffed a little, an amused sound despite himself. He'd never understood the point of those kinds of shoes, either. They looked horribly uncomfortable.
For now, Redford was quite content to just sit, a good portion of his nervousness erased by Jed's closeness and Evelyn's smile. "How many bullets does this hold?" A stupid question, Redford was well aware, but he had to ask, looking curiously between Jed and Evelyn. "And where do I buy bullets from?"