Jean takes the gun gingerly, more letting it rest on his palms than actually holding it. He stares at it for a few moments, then nods to Reiner.

"Okay, I've got it." It's definitely heavier than it looks, and Jean doesn't like it. He comes from a household of liberals, and this just feels creepy, redneckish, and wrong. He balances the gun on the flat of one hand, and points at a part of it. "That's the safety?"