The information didn't seem to sit easily with him, as he sat there and chewed on it, just short of physically chewing on his lip while he took it in, staring back down to the table again. For the moment, he passed on providing her an answer to her question. He wasn't entirely sure what she knew, or what he thought, or what the hell was going on. Disorientation, right hook, etc. What would he do? For now? In the long term? Hell, there was going to be a child out there with his name on it? Still didn't seem possible. He blinked a few times, as if trying to rouse himself out of the stupor, and this time drained his glass, actually making a face this time.<br/><br/>"...to start with. You think she's going to get herself hurt out there?"<br/><br/>His left hand vanished behind the counter again, and this time when it rose above it again, it was holding a sawed off shot gun.<br/><br/>Yeah, that'd put her at ease.<br/><br/>He set the thing on the counter, and if Mei Lee knew as much about firearms as her employer she'd be able to tell the safety was still on. It wasn't a particularly scary model, old farm style double barrel that would have to be opened to reload after a single shot from each barrel, but the idea of not being intimidating and shotguns didn't mix too well anyway. He stood up, his body doing that well at least, though once he was up he seemed lost for direction.