Reynir actually stops stirring the stew, one hand coming up to cover his mouth in an unconscious gesture of horror. He is, it would seem, a rather credulous person, and taking Foggy completely literally, when he says he's from a city where the majority of people are shot with guns a few times. Reynir has never met someone who got shot. He's never met someone who met someone who got shot. The idea that it could happen more than once in a person's life, that it would be expected, is completely unthinkable to him.

"Is it?"

Foggy is making so light of all of it, and Reynir is thrown. Foggy must be a fierce warrior, to have survived such a world. Which is admirable and all, but a bit daunting, as well. Suddenly wary, Reynir asks, carefully:

"You... aren't planning on shooting anyone here, are you?"