He finds himself wishing he had someone around he could point to for providing him with self-defense. Someone like his security detail back home, Morgan Blackhand, or any burly solo, honestly.

Or V.

Fuck, that thought makes him want to kick himself in the ass.

"I ain't sayin' I'm too good. I'm sayin' that I'm no good at it. That kind of thing needs someone capable, right?" He really wants out of this conversation now. He's trying not to show how uncomfortable he is with it, though. He doesn't know anything about this man and doesn't want to end up offending him. He isn't sure how dangerous such a thing would be. "Chances are, I'll fuck it up and get everyone caught."