“Yeah, I am.” He didn't know what Rory had told her brother about the debacle with the government facility, so he didn't want to give out information she wasn't ready for him to have, but he did say, “we've been though a lot. She's a good friend,” with a little smile. “Name's Brandon,” he told them with a small smile, accepting the second guy's offered handshake.
He laughed, too, when Rory's brother—Den—suggested that he'd missed those times. “Maybe. I do miss a lot.” Self-deprecating jokes were always good ice breakers with new people. At least in Brandon's experience.
The second guy—Jon (Brandon needed to get better with names, if he was going to be seen as a leader in this thing)—asked about a hunting rifle and Brandon pondered the options they had for a second. “Something like a hunting rifle, or a hunting rifle?” he asked. Important distinction. “Any particular kind you're familiar with?”
Turning his attention to Den, too, he asked, “and what about you? Looking for anything in particular?”