"Or maybe it's that I don't really trust that it's gonna do what they say," Zoe admitted wryly, resting the muzzle of the gun on the ground and leaning on the stock. "Pretty far-fetched, a gun that changes shape without havin' any gears or movin' parts to do it with. Or it is, where I'm from."

And even if she wound up accepting that the little monsters were magic, and their arrival here was magic, and other people might wield magic-- all of which were still entirely conditional, since she hadn't quite accepted all of that yet, either-- magic guns were just something she was having trouble with.