It should probably bother him that she seems to grasp the basic concept, but hey, Araceli knows about guns, and Cole seemed to understand the basic basics. Still, it's kind of agitating in a way he can't put his finger on. She's too close and too...curious? Too--too something. "Yeah," he starts, impatiently, "way better than bows and arrows and shit. If we had some guns around here, demons might go running the other direction. Just need some gunpowder first. But I bet nobody around here knows what the fuck gunpowder is, either."

It's archaic is what it is but they can at least start with muskets. Not that he knows fuckall about muskets. Just give him his high-tech sniper rifle, thanks.

"And I'm not fucking musical," he adds in a grumble, an annoyed afterthought.