Crow turns the weapon in his hend, studying it closely, as if it were an electronic circuit board. He hadn't even been aware there could be different kinds of bullets. But it's Yukio's area of expertise, and he trusts in the other man's knowledge.

Placing the ill-fitting protective eyewear back where he'd picked it up, Crow gratefully lets Yukio put the goggle-like ones on him. "Thanks, Yukio." With only a little adjustment, they fit Crow's head much better. "The other ones were driving me crazy."

Ummm... okay. Let's see. Crow turns the gun, and with a bit of fumbling, works out how to pull the magazine from the gun's handle.

"Aha!" he says in triumph. For a moment, he forgets it's a gun, thinking of it as more like an interesting mechanical problem to take apart. Putting down the magazine, Crow follows Yukio's instructions, checking for a bullet, and pulling the top of the gun back.

"Don't see anything." He tilts his head. "Thought we're gonna be shooting bullets, not taking them out."