His grin at her line was just as easy, an expression that came about as naturally to him as glares and withering looks, but her complaint about the gun surprised him enough not to comment on it. Not a huge number of the super community carried guns, really, but that was largely because most of them had built in powers that were just as good or better. Most of the time it seemed kind of churlish to insist that those that didn't disarm themselves when someone like Vision, Cyclops or Wolverine (either of them) could wipe a person out in half a second flat without even thinking about it. "Guess they figure there's no need in town. Not sure I trust this place that much personally though." And it wasn't like he was actively monitoring things, but... he did have quiet feelers out in the hopes it would help him notice if any of the birds picked up anything too strange. Maybe he just had more experience with some of the more dangerous dimensions that people had found access to back home. Maybe he was just paranoid. It was hard to gauge, really.
Still, at least his humour rebounded quickly at her question. He wasn't unaware of exactly how ridiculous his life story could sound, and judging from the reactions he'd gotten from a few people here already it was even moreso if you weren't familiar with where he came from. "Oh, you know, the usual. Psychic bird powers, vampire sidekick--" he jerked a thumb at Redwing, who twisted his head curiously at recognising they were talking about him in a way that made his red eyes glint, "--contentious relationship with the government. All the downtime's killing me a bit, I'm used to things being a lot more intense than this. I think the last time I had this little to do I was literally marooned on a deserted island, and I still managed to get into a fight there."
Though really that was more Steve's fault than his. Whatever, he was gonna claim it anyway.