"I am," he answered, stepping away from the counter and moving to the weapon's cabinet. He merely opened the door, though, not bothering to reach inside and draw any of them out. He'd stay true to her word: he wasn't going to touch them.
Reaching into the pocket of his jeans, he drew out a thin band, which he used to hold his hair up once he'd drawn it to the top of his head. He didn't bother to fix it into a proper top-knot, though, just left it as a messy sort of ponytail.
"We'll need the cross bow, the short sword, and the battle ax," he pointed to each of them and then leaned back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting.