"Kid's got some guts. Nice. Next time mind your own business dumbass." Raven thought to himself before scurrying back up to the woman ahead. He gave Jameson's weapons a funny look. "How do those things fire metal projectiles so fast?" He wondered. Raven knew what guns did, but since they were never found back where he lived, he was uncertain on how one worked. They didn't seem to require magic as far as he could tell, nor did they run off the force called electricity he had once heard about. It was very curious.