He knows the look. Without further prompting, the Exo slips the strap from his shoulder as he takes up the rifle, holding it out. There's definitely some weight to the weapon, but there's no doubting its sturdiness.

"Pretty much," he replies. "More than enough to keep me busy most days." He shakes his head as he thinks. "The Fallen, Cabal, the Hive. Nasty business, Hive. I'm forgettin' one..." He lifts his head as it comes to him. "Vex. Don't much like each other, but none of 'em particularly like us either."