"I don't know," it's hard to gauge if he's serious or not. His hands perch on his hips, seeming to assess the situation.

"It's, ah, routine, but better safe than sorry, right?"

After a short, reassuring smile, he disappears down the hall. The echoes of his footsteps grow more distant indicating a long hallway or room of some kind. There's silence for a moment, then he returns, now dressed for the afternoon and holding something. It's a massive handgun, something from a much later time than theirs. He extends it to Meyer placidly.

"Here. You can borrow it."

He's assuming Meyer's going to take it, because he's already busy adjusting his own weapon, another pistol that is not quite so large. Be a sport, Meyer.