Aaron blinked. And blinked again. "A gun? In the gutter?" Far from the most eloquent of responses, certainly, but the lag of a still wakening brain had yet to fully connect. Only a second longer managed to pass -- a gun in the gutter? -- before Aaron was sitting up straight (or rather, leaning forward) and not feeling in the least bit sleepy anymore.
"Did you report it? Is it still there?" he asked earnestly, failing to pick up on the well-masked fib -- that wasn't something to be ignore, after all, even if the suspect was likely long gone.