Trystan continued to juggle his guns, pulling the trigger a second time. The empty click of the gun went almost unnoticed in the commotion. 4 more shots until the man was safe. "Neko, listen, and listen close. I don't own you. I only decide to protect you because you can make food. Now, stop trying to do my job before I decide to test your luck too." He pulled the trigger on a gun a third time, still no bullet. "Hmm. You seem pretty lucky Mr. Vash. Let's see how it holds up for the next three shots huh? Do you like shots? Or are you some kind of priest that can't drink?" He couldn't help but laugh as he watched the man squirm around. With a small grin, he nodded to Xitco. "You are not the Hulk. You are a human. You bleed just like the rest of us. You can die the same way. Now, sit still and take your shots."