Yuna, for reasons unexplainable except that it a very distinct part of him, was amused with his use of foul language. It wasn't that she enjoyed or didn't enjoy it, just...it made her feel special (for lack of better words), because to her, it said he was comfortable around her. He could be himself and lately, she was finding it much easier to be herself as well. Blushing aside.
The gun didn't startle her, because when she wore her Gunner Dress Sphere, she too carried a weapon on her person; two in fact. It was unlikely he would need it, though, as the island had yet to show itself as dangerous. Yuna tried not to watch that quick glimpse of skin Hannibal offered by tucking his gun into his waistband, looking instead about his room.
Finished, he was by her side once more and offering his arm. Yuna slipped hers into the crook of his, a habit by now that she didn't mind having. Her heart fluttered at the wink, but she swallowed to regain her composure and nodded. "I wanted to show you my favorite Aeon, but favorite's not really the right word. I love them all, really, but I connected to this one really well. And then maybe you could pick the next?"