He had been lucky enough in Medietas to not actually SEE a gun, Jo had had one on her the night he had appeared outside of the roadhouse sobbing due to some emotion jacking rain, but he had not seen it. His knowledge of the modern he usually summed up as fuckin' magic.

Thorfinn never laughed about his missions, but he'd be a lair if he didn't admit he missed the rush of danger. He just wanted no more blood on his hands. He was sick to death of death.

Thorfinn nods in agreement as well. That man can cook. Thorfinn's cooking skills were mostly 'roast meat, eat meat' Which left a lot to be desired. "Blod broder." He smiled, understanding and mostly amused at Jake's pantomime. "I know shield." He spoke in his heavy accent, his english was still bad btu he was trying. "mit blod broder hedder Einar. Han er engelsk. En stor mand, med mørkt hår og mørke øjne." He spoke slow hoping maybe by some chance maybe Einar was there somewhere and Thorfinn hadn't found him yet.