No weapon he had found felt like the kind of gun he was used to but he had settled on experimenting with a pistol or two until he found one that didn't feel like it was trying to break his wrist every time he fired it.

At first, he doesn't fully realise he has company. The awareness of it comes with the instinctive knowledge that he's not in any danger, and while he acknowledges the nod with a small one of his own he doesn't register just who it is until he looks over.

"... Oh. Huh. 's you."

Yeah, he remembers you, buddy. The guy who tried to kill him then set fire to the library.

"'S up."