[There's something in him that's been building, lately. That old knot of anger he'd managed to set down all those years ago with his guns, when he had turned everything in and told the old head of Xian Le that he was done walking this path. He's armed, always, because that's the sort of town this is - but it was also always a passive sort of thing. A "just in case". If he could never touch another weapon again he'd be happier for it, but that's not the world humans have created for themselves and he is, for better or worse, a person who will kill to protect those under his care.

It happens.

But in this moment, that anger softens just a little, feels a little less constrictive in his chest. The shift in his expression is minute but complex; relieved and grateful and apologetic all at once.]

Trust me - the last thing I ever want to say is "I'm glad Nines fixed this".

[Hopefully it'll just... rest where it's set after repair, in an empty locked room pointed at the yard, unused and untouched.

That said:] ...It's a Mori weapon, I think. [He'll tell Nines that much since he figures it's his right as a Mori himself, and one of their more loyal ones. If he's going to fix it, he should know. May already know, given how few gunsmiths there are.]

I don't think there's much of a risk of anyone coming to fetch this, but I'm not putting anyone's life at stake for a little extra protection, either. I'll contact you to dismantle it if things come to that, if you don't mind being called on again.