"Ay, what's up? Something happened to ya, doofus?" He says, annoyed, but that lacing of affection in his tone betrays his expression. "..Oh. Who decided to hurt you, my princess?" He says, inserting the bullet filled mags inside the gun of his own, cocking it. He sighs, rolling his eyes. Then, he glances at his gun, having that cocky yet sadistic smirk.