. . . Nineteen. [Now that they know what month it is for certain, he knows that his birthday is at the end of the month and he doesn't mind rounding up for this.] I'm also not unarmed, but it's nice of you to assume that.

[Slowly enough that it's clear what he's doing, Connor reaches up under the oversized jacket he wears and unhooks his hatchet from the harness. There's another one in the bag that's half hidden behind his racks of drying fish, but he's not about to reveal all his tricks.

It's worth noting that his harness, which is briefly visible, does not contain a mechanism for covering the blade of the hatchet.]

Guns are great, but ammo doesn't last forever.