Not ideal at all. And yet Banshee seems to be taking things in stride, or at least figures that letting himself panic about the matter isn't going to get him home any faster. May as well make himself useful. Kitting people out, helping chances of survival? That's familiar territory.

He nods at Matthias. "Yep. I'm a gunsmith, own a shop back home. Not just guns. Bows. Swords. Get 'em fixed up, or make some improvements. Builds too, if I got the materials."