[Funkduder]

As Michael caught the gun, he studied it. It was well weighted, surprisingly comfortable in his hands. "Not bad," he said, putting it at his lap. He took note to take apart and rebuild the gun later. "I'm traveling," Michael said, after a few lines of unyielded thought. "Currently researching mind-penetration and protection of mundane minds. Luckily I've been able to find a large breadth of ability with my companions, for better or worse."
He waited a few seconds before a enlightened idea came to his mind. "How is reloading the gun draining anyhow?"