"Worth most any wait, I'd reckon!" He's like a kid at Christmas with the sheer delight plain on his green features. And he does indeed expect bullets. Though he's good and blown away by the sort he sees. One is picked up carefully between thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them, taking in the make and symbols etched into it.

"Shit. No wonder it took awhile makin' these. I can't even-...This is incredible, Schön. Exactly what the doctor ordered, y'hear?"