She sees numerous metal mechanisms on the wall, and she gets the sense that he's been unsuccessfully trying to upgrade the matchlock system. He snaps his fingers angrily in front of her face, leaning upwards to do it. "Ay, Ay! No peeking at my beauties until they're finished. Follow!" He walks along through the workshop, eventually finding his way to a particular weapon. It's a matchlock weapon with two remarkably short barrels, whose ends flare outwards flamboyantly. "I call it the Horatio Crowd Control Device!" Horatio holds up the weapon proudly. "Within a short distance, it can eviscerate whole groups of ne'er-do-wells. You can load it with miniature musket balls, or even just nails and wood splinters, to devastate any enemy foolish enough to approach. So, how many would you like to order? Currently, I'm selling them in lots of 50, but when my factory is set up, I'll be selling them in lots of 100 as well, more than enough to supply your guard force or army. So, shall I put you down for one lot? Maybe more?"