Jacob laughs.

"So you can just about hit a barn door at twenty feet?"

He doubts that's true. From what Charles has told them of life for the gang he was in, those that couldn't shoot didn't last long.

"Guns in my day were bloody useless. Just as likely to blow up in your face as to hit the other bloke. But I was bloody good, even if I say so myself."

And he drains the glass in his hand.