Samuel enjoyed the bit of fire his teasing had stoked in Rylee's face, but he knew enough to let it go for now. There were other things to talk about, after all, particularly now that firearms had been brought into the mix.
"No shit? Reenactments?" Samuel grinned, not entirely certain what to make of this new development. Aside from his largely Comic Con inspired visions of all reenactments as Ren Faires with massively endowed women stuffed into slinky, boned corsets, Samuel was of the strong opinion that only basement-dwelling virgins attended such events, and that those who actively participated in them were still lower on the food chain. "You look too... socially competent for stuff like that. How'd you get into those things?" He raised his hands, waving off the question, suddenly quite aware how pointed it sounded.
"And more importantly, when are we gonna go do some target practice?"