He laughs, though it's a darkly humorous sort of chuckle. "Then I suppose I shall keep my revolver in good shape, in hopes of the opportunity arising. I don't think I will hold my breath waiting for that lucky shot, though."

If only it would be that simple.

"I still feel like most of what's happening here is going over my head, but it's nice to know that a well-placed bullet is not completely useless."