Eh. Maybe. Doubt you'd get to see it, though, I hardly know you.

[He grins, at that, not that Peter can really see it from where he's perched. As he pops open the rifle's ammo chamber and starts rapidly swapping things out, putting other things into pockets and pouches on his belt, and replacing them with new things, he doesn't even really watch what he's doing. He's watching what Peter is doing.]

What are those? Can I see? When we're done shooting people, I mean.