Elf: There's a gun mounted in your brain?
Kevyn: Between the left and right hemisphere. The nannies assured me there was room.
Kevyn: Gunfoam rounds only, though. The mag-field from a gauss-pistol would knock me out or kill me every time I fire.
Kevyn: It kicks like a brick to the head, and that was kind of startling at first, but my neck has been heavily reinforced.
Elf: In your BRAIN?
Kevyn: Besides, I wasn't using those piano lessons.