[Gingerly he reaches for the gun, taking it by the grip, partially overlapping John's fingers in the process of this careful extraction. No stunts pulled; he knows how to handle a gun like this, and once its in his hands he tests the weight, turns it this way and that—never pointed toward John—seeming satisfied.]

Thanks. [Wariness even more diminished, he flashes a proud smirk.] I am good with guns. Been shooting since I was a kid, just not... whatever the hell these are. [Cain sets the stranger pistol back on the wall, where it was originally held.] You go around carrying a sword?

[Bro...]

That's badass. [Never mind.] Never used one of those before either. Pretty hard to get, uh, where I'm from. Kinda like a novelty since there's nothing to kill with a sword that a gun couldn't do better.