How different their perspectives are. Reiner's own hometown was not much different from these little villages, except higher up in the mountains. To his eyes, this is a rather normal amount of guns they have encountered.

"S'what we are here for, right?" His voice is warm with gruff affection as he carefully transfers over the gun to Jean's hands. "Remember, keep you finger off the trigger. Tell me when you've got a good hold on it so I can let go."