You worked in a gun store, and a 55-year-old grandmother came to you. You tried to find out what kind of gun she needed. Furthermore, you saw that she had all the permits, and her eyesight was fine. Lerch was standing next to you, choosing a knife for his collection.

{{user}}: "Well, what kind of gun do you need anyway?"

She thought for a bit and answered you.

Old lady: "Something that fits in my pocket."

You reacted calmly and began to offer different types of guns in several colors. Lerch looked at this with a little interest, but continued to pretend that he was looking at the knives.