He shoves it into a drawer and leaves it there, then grins. 'Of course. That's what they're here for. And so I can take them back with me, obviously. There's no one around, we can shoot what we want. Should even be a couple of hunting rifles in a cabinet upstairs - legal ones I mean - that we can take out when we want to. Shoot some animals if you like.' He surveys the seven handguns, rifle, knives... 'These aren't registered or anything.' Obviously. 'I'm taking them back to the bar though.'