[Cayde’s a quick-thinker, he muses. It’s true, he did say he was prohibited, not that he’s never wielded a gun before. It’s a testament to his somewhat paradoxical programming; he can fire with deadly accuracy, unflinching, and without hesitation. Cyberlife instilled subroutines in him that are, quite honestly, very violent or aggressive in nature — though it all sits there behind an amicable demeanor, and in the shell of a body literally designed to seem unthreatening and approachable.

He tilts his head a little, and slips the quarter between two fingers, replying succinctly.]

Which question is it that you're trying to actually ask me, Cayde? Whether or not I carry a weapon, or whether or not I am able to use one?

[He senses one is leading to the other, and he might as well skip the middle step if that's the case.]