"Better," Aiden promises absently, as David nudges his gun away. He keeps his own trained on him for several seconds even after Josh clears him, and when he finally relents, finally lowers the gun, the gesture comes with one of his usual crooked smiles, a note of embarrassment behind it. "And now you can pick those back up. My guy in the chair says you're telling the truth."

He doesn't put the gun away, however, even if his whole demeanor seems to have changed. He's not going to drop his guard entirely, only to have this kid jump him out of sheer adrenaline, having read that fear in the tremble in his voice, and they still need to get out of here. He's not going to holster his gun only to need it the second they step outside, if and when whatever Umeni Wrench hasn't managed to herd away from them just happens to wander past.