He huffs out a laugh, easing a little. Fuck it, if she's not going to get weird about it there's no reason for him to do so either.

Sure.

"Weapons that don't shoot fucking bullets?" He nods down to his side where it's covered by his jacket; he has his gun, of course, because he doesn't go anywhere without it right now, but keeping it a little under the radar seems prudent. "I got ammo for this to last a while but sooner or later I'll have to pay for more. And hand to hand..." He shrugs again. "I can hold my own. But I could be better."