He knows it all too well; from his early years at the dojo, students and aficionados trading opinions on new gear, new equipment. To the yakuza he fought against. To the military back in Arizona. Team BLADE and even The Wall. He knows that kind of conversation, its tone and the inviting lilt of it. The Check this out, it has these brand new features, or I like the previous version to the new one because..."

So he takes the bait, not at all craving that familiarity. Not at all.

"Doesn't seem like a gun, at least not a traditional one," he tilts his head. "And ya told me you liked blades, right?"