I forced a smile across my face. “Do you know that you only have one shot left? And judging by the sprite-bot, that gun is in such poor repair I’ll survive being shot with it. Will you survive being shot with this as many times as I can move the trigger while you try to reload?”
Monterey Jack took a step back. And with that falter, my smile was no longer forced. “And I’ll be taking my canteens back.”