[ Harold Finch. That can be spelt a couple of ways even in Common, but Gorgug will tap that out into his phone, the other name too (John Reese--why did he think it was James? He needs to focus, listen). Check the network contact list later, and sound it out loud to find the right one.

If he remembers. But he looks up from the crystal phone, does catch Harold's eye and where it's going to (this time), and ducks his head in an abashed manner, where he doesn't know how to read its meaning entirely, and decides not to try. Like an awkward teen. ]

Some... some stuff happened recently, and I don't know how good I'll be... I can look, [ he tries to assert, despite the hesitant beginnings--to even tell himself, because maybe it's okay? If he's around a gun, a weapon--that it's not like he's going to go mad and try to take it for himself. It's fine. It's okay. ]

One of my friend uses a gun, so I'm familiar... at least with our guns, where we're from. But they're cool. Guns.

[ And that's also said in that half-hearted teen way, a one-shouldered shrug given. Where there's some aspects of them that he likes (big boom), but he's not considered them that deeply (because other stuff is cooler, and can make big booms). ]