[His eyes roll, but it's all the outward display of annoyance he can muster in his current state, adrenaline fading once the barrel of that gun lowers. Good, but now he's tired, and reminded of every ache in his still-healing body.]

I'm not planning to shoot anything. [Maybe he's too paranoid, because there has been no threat since he woke up in the infirmary. Supposedly they're all in this together.] Just... want it for self-defense. Can you blame me? Bet you're in here for the same reason.

[Hobbling to the wall of pistols, Cain gingerly picks one up and examines it.]

... You know how to use one of these?