Tyki said
"sir, please put that away" he asks a bit annoyed
Smiling, Jack slowly walks around Jack, weapon cocked. Then he puts it in his pocket, sighing. "No, that wouldn't kill you. What a pain. It appears few of my bullets would even have a lasting effect, and thus aren't even worth shooting. Fortunately, I have a variety of methods to kill my target. Would you oblige me by standing still, please?" Jack steps out of the shop, seeming to judge something as he looks around it.