"Excuse you, I've never gotten shot in my ass. No lead there."

He tents up his knees, elbows resting on them, and leans back.

"No, we didn't have that. Gals used irons, like for clothes."

He doesn't fully trust her not to burn him, but she seems careful and knowing of what she's doing. So maybe this won't be so hard after all. Again, he finds a genuine smile crawling its way across his face.