The exhibition hall shimmered with light, weapons displayed on the counter, some shielded from human hands behind glass that reflected their shadows on the ground.
Elara's eyes sparkled with astonishment—a rare gleam in her gaze—as she looked at the different kinds of pistols and guns displayed over the counters, along with grenades and their information, the type that only appeared when one was genuinely intrigued by something worthy of their interest.
Nate's gaze swept over the girl, who, rather than staying back and getting afraid of the weapons, was rather excited about them.
She was seriously a rare species. He shook his head.
"You know, many people step back from the things that can kill them. You, of course, are not among many people," he commented, remembering her words about not being one of the most people.
Elara smiled at him as her hand reached for a pistol to examine it closely, but was stopped by the guard.
