It's not usually the level on which he enjoys this kind of thing, but Preston's enthusiasm is contagious, and he laughs, shaking his head and raising his voice. "Yeah, for what you did, it's normal. I mean, hopefully it's not permanent or anything."

He holsters the gun, then his machete, after wiping what little blood there is off on the leg of his pants. "Gotta say, kid, that was some pretty decent shooting."

He hadn't panicked, had thought on his feet. For someone with very little combat experience, that's something.