Sora had gone out that morning to forage for food. Heeding Kyuubey's words, she was conserving her magic; she'd found a rifle and some ammunition at the police station. It was weird to be carrying an actual one; it was subtly different from Koharu's, but she'd adjusted quickly enough.
She stepped up to the door, carrying the rifle awkwardly over one shoulder, a bag of looted groceries in the other hand. "Hey, there!" she said to the woman at the door.