John tilted his head to one side, and half-grinned back. "Guns, blades, s'all the same. Better to have 'em and not need 'em than the other way round."
He pursed his lips and shrugged, taking a seat against one of the struts.
"Anyway. I wouldn't have held it against the Doc if he had've emptied the gun into him."
He sighed, and flashed a too bright smile at Romana, "Hey sweetcheeks, you got yourself one of these things?" He gestured to indicate the console room.