Persepolis took her finger off the trigger, lowering the gun to point it at his foot instead. "Keep talking, Braveheart. I could darn well shoot you if I want to." Persepolis smirked at him, cocking her head, "But I won't. Not yet, anyway. I told you I'm not an apathetic robot." At this, she hung and swung her arm like a Robot, talking in a robotic voice, "Threat not detected." Persepolis cut the act and answered his last question, "Yes, we are returning some of your stuff. Half of it, to be exact. You get one gun, we keep one gun. No negotiation. And this isn't a prank. You need some way to defend yourself out here. Especially if you don't want me to heal you. Which I totally can all you have to do is say the word." Persepolis waited, not loosening her grip on her gun.