"I don't know." She shrugs, carefully pulling out the piece he'd indicated before. The thought of a child taking guns apart and putting them together is rather off-putting to her...but she supposes it was merely the done thing. "You have to understand, my brother's nearly ten years older than me--and I was an awful tag-along as a little girl. Anything he could do, I wanted to do. Including languages. My father didn't start teaching me in earnest until I was around five or six, but I picked up a bit of the spoken vocabulary before then."