[ they are unnerving. he's unnerved by them, and that's fairly evident in how he pauses, swallows, and glances back down to the rifle in his hands. he doesn't like how that looks. ]

They fire these. [ he reaches over to another bin, pulling a magazine free and pops out one of the bullets, holding it up. he doesn't imagine it'd look less menacing that an arrow if you didn't know what it could do. ]

The gun fires it with a shuck-ton more force than a bow ever could - it goes faster, farther. It's cleaner than an arrow but still hurts like hell.