[He wasn't planning on going anywhere, and her lack of knowledge about the rubber band gun tells him that was the right decision.]

Wait. Hang on.

[He holds his hand out for the gun; if she gives it to him, then he'll fish a rubber band out of the pile on the table and reload the gun, slowly enough for her to observe but not slowly enough to patronize her, before handing it back to her.]

Not great. The level of technology isn't what I'm used to, and magic doesn't exist where I'm from, so...

[He trails off and shrugs.]

How about you?