Fighting on the homefront was a messy business because you had nowhere else to go, and a lot of people who weren't soldiers suddenly put in danger. The last time the City had been attacked directly hadn't been all that long ago, a few years compared to the centuries back with the Twilight Gap. Marks of the Red War still scar their home, and while buildings could be replaced, the people they'd lost couldn't.

Banshee turns away from the security booth, not even sure why he'd been standing there, for a brief moment wondering where his worktable was. He looks down at his empty hands, then glances up at John again with the vague impression that he'd just remembered they were in conversation.

"Gunsmith. Got a lot of fighting out there. Guardians need reliable weapons."