[ Root rolls her eyes and elbows Shaw, neither of which is discreet. ]

You just like anyone who has a gun you haven't seen before.

[ She turns back to Miller, not about to give up her nosy prodding so easily. ]

What would you normally be doing with it? Why the need for modifications? Come on, it's a party -- tell me about yourself. [ She flutters her eyelashes a little in what is clearly a joke but only a hair's breadth away from being a believable ploy. ]