Oh shit. Alex's eyebrows cant upwards, impressed. He never would've pegged himself as a guns guy, but damn, a gun that literally shoots lightning is pretty damn cool. He adjusts his grip on the rifle, running his fingers over the increasingly-familiar contours of the thing.

"It's pretty accurate. Not like it's got a Grade-A scope or anything, but it does in a pinch. Good damage output." Yeah, like he's got any idea what this thing is. A literal freaking raccoon gave it to him. A raccoon dressed as Santa.

"Could ask you the same." Not what he pictured. Well, that's why he doesn't put himself on camera. "People on topside'll still try to kill you. At least down here everything's honest about it."