Well. Get on your chasing boots then, Oda.

Because past the summary weighing of the weapon in her hand and perfunctory inspection — it's a different type of weapon than she's ever handled, heavier, no immediately familiar loading mechanism but through history and intuition, Clarke could easily guess how it works — she's just offering a casual, "Thanks."

And half turning, pulling away from those guiding hands at her wrists, and makes to leave.