Quagmire breathed as much air as he could, held it in, and then he exhaled with one big breath. It was important to replenish lost strength, but only so little could be done when his stomach was already rumbling. He was practically starving, and along with exhaustion, his strength was being sapped by unnecessary but essential thoughts for warfare and survival.
Once he was done taking a breather for a split second, he checked his magazine and saw that it was running low. Thus, he maintained his firing position and his index finger along the frame. Now with his right thumb, he pressed the magazine release button, and the magazine well clicked, and the magazine came out.
He caught the magazine with his left hand, stored it in his inventory, and grabbed another one from his pouch. He guided the magazine into the well, and with a clicking sound it was locked in place. He then placed his left hand, adjusting the position of the gun slightly to the left to accommodate the left hand.
