"Good as new," he smiles, and there's something about the way he shifts as he gets up, pulling a little too hard as if to try to get her off balance, hints that he's one little movement away from just going for the gun.

But in the end he doesn't, reaching back down to pick up his hat from where it fell and dust it off before placing it back on his head. He'd had hints of just how heavy Rey was before, but that just confirmed it. It'd be a major effort to pull her down.

"But I could have done it myself, Rey. Now where were we again... ah yes," he says, feigning forgetfulness in light of her unwillingness to cooperate. "Something about trading the gun for bullets? It's not bad, but I was hoping for something more long-lasting. How about that rifle you had last time we went on an expedition? Not too practical, but it is an entertaining piece of gear."