"I rather presumptuous than the opposite," Lafayette says honestly, giving her an assessing look. He knows damn well that she may be exactly as good a shot as she claims to be, especially because he also gets the feeling that she's being way the fuck too modest. She seems like a modest kind of person, in contrast to himself.

Not that he's big on brags, but fuck, he has a realistic view of his charms, and his flaws.

"Tips would be good," he adds. "Since I been here, I been attacked, twice, by monsters, and also by bees, and that was the times I knew I was actively getting fucked with Who knows what other shit's been going on beyond my notice, in a place like this ... I don't like feeling like shit is so out of control. Even if I never have to use the thing, I'm gonna keep carrying it with me. And if you're gonna carry a gun, you better fuckin' know how the fuck to shoot it. And you better be willing to."

Or you'd be dead, and maybe you'd deserve it a little.