The man turned round quickly enough, and when he laid eyes on her a grin spread across his lips. He glanced at her, looking up and down before asking "You scared of that thing sweetheart?", gesturing with the head of his hammer towards her gun. His smile stayed cheerfully in place as he relaxed against the nearest wall, the sledgehammer propped comfortably across his shoulders. He would wait for her to say something now... no reason to upset her, she was the one with a gun pointed at him after all. He wasn't certain that she knew how to use it, but sometimes people who didn't know how to use a gun were more dangerous than trained marksmen.