[While Guy is, by no means, as well acquainted enough with guns to know a model by the way it cocks, he still knows enough to recognize the sound and hear 'low calibre' in it. Surprisingly enough--by the world she knows--spies are not typically equipped with guns. In fact, the last time Guy ever held one was years ago, before Cambridge.
It had been a time when he was in the naval college, his only time where holding a gun was considerably normal. Being an utter pacifist has warded away any desires to hold one. For holding one and keeping one leans toward intent to use it.
His body winces with only a disgruntled exhale as any sign of what she can't see. His life has always been on the line, and he knows it. Those guns do little to comfort that sort of neurotic paranoia that has kept him from being caught in this game. Caught means being executed... if his captors are kind.]
Do you assume all MI-6 agents come armed?
[He's a pacifist. He spies for England and the idea that some of his passed information changes the military actions on the Eastern front where soldiers die in numbers such as thirty thousand a week makes him sick.
No, he's not fond of guns. The day he holds one with intent is a day his friends will find themselves so bloody frightened... there's little to say.]
... have a small tl;dr?
It had been a time when he was in the naval college, his only time where holding a gun was considerably normal. Being an utter pacifist has warded away any desires to hold one. For holding one and keeping one leans toward intent to use it.
His body winces with only a disgruntled exhale as any sign of what she can't see. His life has always been on the line, and he knows it. Those guns do little to comfort that sort of neurotic paranoia that has kept him from being caught in this game. Caught means being executed... if his captors are kind.]
Do you assume all MI-6 agents come armed?
[He's a pacifist. He spies for England and the idea that some of his passed information changes the military actions on the Eastern front where soldiers die in numbers such as thirty thousand a week makes him sick.
No, he's not fond of guns. The day he holds one with intent is a day his friends will find themselves so bloody frightened... there's little to say.]