It sounded pretty stupid, even as drunk as Jack was... but hey, the thugs in this city, they were pretty crazy. A paintball gun wasn't entirely out of the question. So he shook his head (Once. Only Once. A single shake.) and laughed. "Cripes, you're lucky they didn't put your eye out, doing something like that. You seriously fought off some thugs with guns?" Even paintball guns were still guns. He was grimacing a little now, torn between drunkenly macho bravado and sensible concern for his cousin's well-being. "Hajime, seriously, you've got to know when to back down...."