"Well, you were obviously hunting that woman, so I think it's appropriate. And it wasn't a pun, it was just a normal joke." Garin would disappear silently before reappearing behind the man, silently. "C'mon man, I don't need to waste a round on you, do I?" He was about three meters away from the man. Garin could survive two to three blasts because of his coat, but he didn't know about the man. He was pretty sure that when he pulled the trigger, he would be dead.