[His eyes widen as he pulls the gun back, as if his hand was burned by the man's very words. Someone familiar with his brand of gun? That was new.]

The 31st of T'ang, Toa Priest Genjo Sanzo.

[A pause before he scoffs, putting the gun away and replacing it with a package of cigarettes. Marlboro reds, soft filter. One of them he puts to his lips.]

And you have the face of a chimp. Knowledge of guns or not, it's not telling me anything about how I got here.