[Thiirien pointing out his rifle causes David to glance down at it as well. After she inquires what it might be, with the barest shrug of his shoulders he says,]

S'a rifle. Kind of a ranged weapon, see. Don't use arrows, though, it fires bullets.

[He'd gesture to the bandolier of rifle cartridges across his chest if he could—they're not just for show!]

An' nah, it ain't enchanted. Better off enchantin' da ammo instead.