No worries.
"Something like it." Reaching up, he materialized his guns with an easy swipe and a flash, one from over his right shoulder and the other from over the left. Spinning them around his fingers, he heard the satisfying click when the cartridges locked into place, loading the guns. Xigbar motioned lazily with one gun at Cid, the other resting on his shoulder, grinning. "There we go. Much better."