--You're coming dangerously close to sulking, you realize. [Everything from her assessment of his experience to the opinion on his gun, all of it seems to come less from a place of critical analysis and more a child's pouting fit. Yet he seems amused even as he calls her on it, a glint in his eye that speaks to teasing more than judgement this time.

…Although make no mistake; there is still some judgement there. An appropriate amount, he would think.]

I don't need this gun to be subtle. On the occasions where I needed to go unnoticed in any given era, I ensure my weaponry matches the time I'm in. [So it's exactly as she's assumed, right down to his experience with a variety of guns and their recoils.]