Of course Marty brought the guns. While Puck was all for self defense and equalizers and all that political rhetoric--he definitely wasn't against the second amendment--he just disliked guns greatly, as in his own words,<em> they are highly impersonal. </em>You can snipe a man a thousand yards away, and not even think about it; probably helps snipers sleep better at night. But it takes out the very real power behind the act.<br/><br/>Needless to say, if push came to shove and Puck had to defend himself, he'd rather use the utility pocket knife he had, or even just bare hands, because then you can<em>feel the weight of your actions. </em>It's... complicated, really, and in the broad scheme of things, it might be one of those moments of all-too-human irrationality.  He was an actor, after all; not a Spock-ish logic-driven computer.<br/><br/>His attention snaps to Sarah at her mentioning that he got the wrong girl. "Well, damn. I guess my Scar-dar is off." Scar Radar. Because he's silly like that, though he does have a knack for finding people. Pixies never led him astray, he'd say; they just took him to where he needed to be. The playful swat earns her an ethereal, half-imagined chuckle that seemed absolutely intangible. "Don't worry, there is definitely a system." He knew that she at least worked at a library, and he's spent enough time in such buildings to know that his set up is entirely unconventional. "No such thing as chaos, my dear. Only order we don't understand." Which is something one probably wouldn't expect to hear from the man who was so... well, chaotic, at least on the surface level.<br/><br/>Congratulations, Sarah just earned herself one of those rare moments where Puck is no mere jester or buffoon, but is instead being philosophical. And yes, there are definitely books on philosophy in that collection... sadly,<em>Meditations by Marcus Aurelius</em>seemed to be almost in tatters, from age and use. It's not that he didn't take care of his collection; but she, of all people, should know that a book, like any other thing, eventually crumbles to dust. "It might be too much." He did agree with her; else he'd never have asked in the first place.<br/><br/>"Before you go, do you like the collection? You can check any of them out whenever you'd like, but they can never leave." Which is totally a Hotel California (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aNyK6EcHlzM) reference, but altered to make sense. Anybody could freely yoink one of his books, but he'd be a bit irate if they didn't return it. Also, of interest is that just after asking the question, he tilts his head to the side; as a cat or other animal might.  He looked over Sarah's shoulder, as if expecting something--or someone--to be coming closer.