The "give them tips" got a giggle out of Circe. She'd had to instruct idiots too, mostly on guys who thought it was best to shoot "all gangster style" instead of actually aiming. That was the problem with illegal arms: no gun safety knowledge.
Circe nodded in agreement. Privacy couldn't be beat for practice. The Fairest smiled, "Sounds like a good idea. Too bad urban," she waved her had around them, "mean its probably a haul these days to actually find a field." The Changeling had an unfair advantage in that. She just opened a random door and she'd have plenty of privacy to shoot, maybe even a live target too. Nothing improves marksmanship like a ravenous monster charging.
Circe schooled her face to keep the smile as Sophia mentioned her father. Circe knew who her family was, she just had to hack some FBI investigations to get those details. Hopefully the mortal didn't notice her eyes turning sad briefly. She did naught to hide her confusion when Sophia started to laugh. This woman was...mocking her gun choice?
Circe pouted, "Well excuse me for preferring quantity over quality," and threw a mock glare at Sophia, "a common weapon is the preference of a," she giggled, "lady," then laughed, "like, oh screw it!" Circe broke down laughing. "I admit the 9mm is puny. No punch like a .45 or bigger. But I like that its light to carry around," she didn't mention if she was carrying or not. Circe wasn't yet done explaining the pros of 9mm, "Plus the bullets are cheaper too when buying in bulk. I've uh, done inventories before," that was one way to put it, "that and uh, well," she looked down. Circe let out a loud sigh, "I kinda didn't have the body strength for bigger bullets for a while," Sure Circe had the muscles now but instead she lacked the cash.
Circe hoped Queen Anne was getting roasted, literally, by someone right now.
Circe refrained from asking what Sophia's work was. She didn't want to have to make up a job of her own.
She nodded along on the rifle front, "True. I mean, you don't use them to be covert being way too obvious. Sure, there are plinkers or carbines but they're shit for punch and big. Respectively and all. Even sawed offs are only a little smalleeeer, uh," she paused realizing she was talking shop with a total stranger. She laughed nervously, "but those are illegal. Totally unsafe too very hard to handle, uh. I am not speaking from experience. We were talking about rifles right?" Horrible way of changing the subject and Circe was doing a shit job of it. Circe just kept going. "Yes rifles ain't subtle. Don't use them much, guessing you don't either. You gotta admit a Desert Eagle is on par for clip volume," she scrunched up her face and quipped, "Well except for a Mini. That beats an Eagle in ammo. Crazy popular with A-Team fans too."