[b]the dregs mind raced. He thought that the friendliness was just a cover and that he would be murdered. He wanted to reach for his gun, he wanted to reach for his gun, but the exotic beauty of that thing would make the guardian want to kill him more. So instead, he grabbed the keys for his pike. He stood up and stained at the guardian, a hand ready to pull out his gun. He slowly started backing away [/b]