She frowned, but didn't press again physically for now, folding her arms over her chest and staying close - poor as that idea may be when his flames flared. The crackling was, mercifully, warning enough to have her step back with a soft gasp of surprise. Night Sky Disliked That.

"While I agree that guns aren't my favorite thing ever, I can't imagine trying to stop people from using them if they wanted." And Red Son had a point - he and so many others had abilities far more dangerous than a gun (or several), that if things wanted to escalate, they likely wouldn't be the main reason. "Did you - have you spoken to him since then?" Are they currently on speaking terms? Gods, what a dramafest.