On that, Banshee would agree. It seems like everything's blurred together, and there's little enough he's managed to grasp of the situation, or little enough he can retain. His short response hopefully won't be mistaken for carelessness as he says, "Guess so," especially given how he actually takes time to consider what to say.

The weapons are easier to answer for, and he turns his attention to the guns slung on either side of him, an auto rifle and a scout rifle, not that many around here might be able to figure the differences. And with the weight of the blade on his back, he's not inclined to forget that any time soon, at least. "Yeah," he says. Technicalities would just make it harder to explain, more confusing for him too. The last time he'd seen the Lament it had been in pieces. The rifles at least make more sense to him. He's been working on this Suros for a while, at least.

"Didn't expect anything to come with," he adds in afterthought. "But...guess no one expected to be here either."