[Whoops. That really wasn't the intended effect. Maybe he really does need more practice. So he holds up his hands for a moment, in what he hopes is a gesture of apology. At least it shows he doesn't have a weapon--]

[Well. Not one that isn't his arm, anyway.]

Sorry. I'm... doing that more for me than anything. I'll try and tone it down.

[But then there's some kind of acceptance, and his shoulders relax. Even just this guy taking the offer bodes a little better.]

Not on me, sorry. There's plenty back where we're holed up, though.