He grimaced. The job was the second-last thing he wanted on his mind, existing as an immediate component of his history – something he honestly wasn't keen to dwell on, particularly since the leisurely banter here was starting to seize a bunch of jittery nerves, halting their frustrating motion to ensure a speedy recovery from the nightmare.

"Heh. No..." He replied tiredly, eyes remaining on Reno as he selected another peanut from the counter. "Doubt a peanut would do a world o' good in our position." The man flicked it into the air and caught it, smiling drily. "Could stun 'em, though," he muttered in addition, more to himself. "Might help if you needed a getaway." Raised eyebrows clearly indicated the conjecture was purely made from sarcasm.