"I worked out, in a way." She explains, snapping together parts and moving on to the next for cleaning. "When she copied my face and ordered me killed so she was the only one with my face, I stole her. And we had a long talk about how stealing people's faces and then murdering them is rather rude while we enjoyed one her kingdom's beaches, which she had never seen before. She kept my face, though I got to keep mine."

"I don't go back to that planet," and snaps the rifle scoop to the main rifle body.

"A blaster? A laser blaster? A gun? A gun without the need for explosive use of combustion?"

There is only so much history that Barbarella would even know.

"A... a crossbow?"