“I’d say.” Loz was swift to agree, being a natural at both close and long range tactics he’d seen his fair share concerning just how much damage a bullet could do — especially ones fired off by his sibling as well as himself. Though, he had to admit…something rather off with the other’s statement. He knew well enough that Rude himself was more accustomed to close range combat and that partner of his was pretty much the same in one way or another. “I never really figured guns to be part of your ‘style’ though, you know?” That is to say, it’s not like someone else couldn’t have handled the firearm, but it was hard to deny the remnant’s piqued interest.
Given the other’s short lived encounter with a Turk’s training in the many forms of combat, Loz’s response didn’t surprise. “We’re all well equipped to wield a firearm,” offered his first attempt to sate that ever growing quest for knowledge, however not leaving much more than breadcrumbs with his short worded responses. “—but Reno was the one that shot.” The edge was off, Rude’s uptight stance alleviated in the slightest relaxation of his shoulders; the intensity about his face not about to do the same.
Slender brow rose at the Turk's explanation, but Loz didn't press the matter. It made sense, he supposed, though really -- the idea of the tanned other using something other than his own fists definitely seemed weird to him. "So...Just what was it that was shot?" A tilt of the head, the remnant still filled to the brim with questions no matter what little answers Rude sought to give him.
