Nah, just saying. I'm sure your life wasn't all pies and picket fences before you got here, either. I mean you know your way around an armory like you were born with a gun in your hand.

[fits pistol back into holster and starts on the shotgun, adjusting his position to lay his ankle over his knee to balance the barrel across his calf while he works]

You're not military, but you're definitely some kinda ops.

[he doesn't say it in a tell me more way, just putting it out there that he gets where she's coming from, why she is. she's the last person he's scared of here, because she's methodical, pragmatic, and it's obvious she cares despite her insistence otherwise. he'd probably back any play she made because they think a lot alike.]