Backdated to a few days after the Collector's Flea Market...

Time to collect the item.

Yellow was so jittery she was almost bouncing as she made her way back into Orion to find the Collector. It did not help that the collar around her neck constantly fed into urges to get to a high place... and then jump... but to be honest, she couldn't even tell that the urge didn't come from her own state of agitation right now. She'd be bouncing like a rocket off the walls of Orion if she could.

It was excitement, but not of a joyful sort. More like... a nervous anticipation? She didn't know what to expect. What kind of item was this? What was it really like? Could it really help her in future battles sure to come?

...

It was time to find out.

"Co- collector?" the sifaka called, hopping through the buildings where the Flea Market had been.

It'd taken him a day or two longer than he'd expected to refurbish the weapon he'd promised Yellow. The whole "explode in your hands" thing was just so much more likely when the darned thing was clogged with dust and black powder, after all.

As it stood, the Collector carried the old pistol idly in one hand, looking for all the world like an extraordinarily devilish gunslinger. It was, however, a small pistol. Even by human standards, it had been small; for a creature the size of the Collector, why, his hand simply dwarfed it. So-... a very strange gunslinger, indeed.

"Ahhh, there you are. Perfect timing; I have been checking back to see if you might have returned," he crooned. He swept forward, dropping into a graceful kneel, offering out the pistol in one hand--and the small pouch of exactly twelve bullets in the other. "I believe that this belongs to you... Now, would you like to see how it works?"

Yellow is being offered an already-paid-for item: a small old pistol and twelve matched .32 caliber bullets. The kickback from firing this gun will throw the sifaka quite far backward, but the damage it can do to medium- and small-sized creatures is deadly. However, each use must be rolled for with an Other roll. A failure will simply miss, but upon a critical failure, the old gun will explode, causing extreme damage to Yellow's arms and hands (likely returning her to her chrysalis) and destroying itself.

@Yellow