Mike half-grinned. "Hell of a welcomin' party for ya, huh? Nah, not a knight. 'S a gun, 'n' not a real good one, either. Jams about every third shot so I gotta keep breakin' it open 'n' reloadin'." He shot the scattergun a dirty look. "I usually just hit shit with a baseball bat, it's a lot less complicated that way."
She probably didn't have Clue A what baseball was either, of course, so he leaned the scattergun against his leg and reached back to pull out the bat. "This guy right here. 'S really meant for playin' a sport with, but - eh, sometimes your definition of sport's gotta be kinda flexible, y'know?"
Oh man, he was such a little dork, all showin' off his weapons to this chick. He pushed the bat back into the bag and picked the gun back up - jamtastic or not, it'd be better'n' the bat if they ran into trouble on their way out.
"I ain't entirely from around here myself. I mean, right world 'n' all, I'm just from about twenty years in the future. We get a whole lotta people from Not Around Here in."