"You can't know that," Hickey says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. Because as far as he's concerned, it's true: she has no idea of knowing what he is, what he might do with it, if anybody would end up shot or hurt or what have you. She doesn't know who he is, she doesn't know what he might do, all she knows is that there's a man here who wants a gun.

He looks over at Grace, staring her down directly, meeting her gaze.

"You'll just have to trust me on the matter. And hope that whatever killed this man doesn't find us next."