"Too dangerous, besides. Unpredictable. Unless you're strong enough to make them all very drowsy instead. As to weapons, we both have our guns too - his pistol and my revolver - but in mine, at least, bullet's've been fairly rare lately, and I'd conserve them if I can."

He digs through his purse, taking a few things out to make room for a weapon or two. Mostly it's spare fabric that he removes, typically useful but right now not nearly so useful as weapons. "Donald's made a bomb or two in his time. Such a thing could be a fair distraction if he could find the parts."

Congratulations, man. Roland has just volunteered you.