[He tsks under his breath, or rather makes an approximately similar sound while he shakes his head. Everything that Connor has ever mentioned about his Earth just sounds horrid, so dystopian gun laws don't sound too out of place.]

Okay, well, prohibited and actually doing it are two different things. But I get it, I get it-

[Honestly, he can't even imagine Connor breaking rules. It's a little sad, hopefully the guy manages to loosen up a little now that they've all been thrown into Traveler knows where.]

But like...nothing? No brass knuckles? Sack full of doorknobs? Knives? [Uncrossing his arms he makes a broad gesture over at Connor.] Tell me you at least have knives, you've definitely got the fingerwork for them.