just admit that you don't know what you're doing .
making demands .
Lightning isn't wrong — the gunblade is clunky in Caitlyn's hand , restlessly wiggling as she attempts to get a comfortable grasp on the hilt . Still , she's far too stubborn to give up on it just yet : her struggle to catch on only igniting irritation .
' Just — just give me a minute ! I'm not used to it , is all . Let me focus . '
She takes a deep breath , finally finding a comfortable position before she flicks wrist as Lightning had instructed . To her surprise and relief , the blade unsheathes , prompting a small laugh as her confidence is restored .
' Is that good enough for you , soldier ? '