My father doesn't have a gun. I saw that... from a friend. He grew up in a rough place so he'd seen guns before.

[It still bothered her a little that Kyotaro had so coolly handled that gun. It seemed so at odds with his usually warm personality. But perhaps if she'd grown up in that war torn nation, she too would have parts of her that could be cold like that. She listens to the teacher's instructions, then after a moment manages to dismantle the firearm. She lays each piece on the desk carefully, noting how they fit so she can put it back together properly if he tells her to.]

Like that?