It feels like a toy in her hands. Natasha's pistols are both smaller than Han's blaster, but even they carry more weight. She's worried about the device breaking, more than anything.

His warning is heeded; her finger stays well away from the trigger as she raises the weapon and gets a feel for it in her hand. She doesn't have to pull the trigger so much as graze it--gently press it. With no blasting cap to discharge or gunpowder to ignite or lead to propel downrange the discharge is immediate and without kickback.

By comparison, Natasha's gun feels almost alive in Han's hand. The bullet explodes out of the barrel with that same deafening noise, butt of the gun kicking back into his hand with the recoil. She had emptied her entire clip into the target with each gun in both hands near simultaneously before, and now Han will begin to understand the minutia of such a feat. Recalibrating each shot in her dominant and off hand with every kickback.

Natasha takes several shots at the target, shifting her aim between head and chest shots between each blast as she gets a feel for the mobility offered by his weapon. It's an extension of her hand more than a gun. She sets it down once she's satisfied and watches Han.

"Different than I expected."