Staring at Charlie seemed like the most reasonable course of action, so Matt did that for a while, until the gun dragged at his hand enough and he remembered it was there.
There wasn't much to do with it, though, so he settled for sticking it in his pocket. If it went off, at least he'd never have to hang out with people like this again.
"You're still using words I don't know," he said finally. "I mean, fucking hell, you really think I understand or you just, like, what the fuck. Is this, like, okay, that weird shit in Japanese or Hindi or whatever where you can't fucking translate it? And I thought you had questions for me. I mean, not that I'm fucking opposed to sitting here in this nice sunny weather and having a fucking cigarette or some shit, but, man, if it's my choice when I need to go, I need to go right the fuck now, and very the fuck far away. As far as you can go. Further."