"Steel," he remarks first, once Henry had finished. Only kids toys were plastic but he understood the insinuation, despite the polite reassurances that came to follow. He'd been around long enough to know how to read between those lines. It was only backed up by the sentiment Henry had ended with - something to cover his ass and draw focus to the larger, actual opinion under that. One that Raylan actually agreed with.

"And they do work better than a gun from.. the 1800's?" There was no 'could say' about it. It was an antique. "But that's not a reflection on the era, the industrial age made a lotta things advance. It's in amazin' shape. Sorry to say that people ain't advanced that much, so the sentiment about character remains the same an' correct..."

He eyes Henry again, curiously. "How'd you get a hold of her?"