Six took the weapon, flipping the safety off and taking his aim. "I've been on 'go in stab the guy get out' missions since I happened--and I'm a little bit of a dumbass." A small crack at humour that failed in it's tracks--even under the mask he could barely muster a twitch of the lip. He knew it was foolish, and he should have taken the initiative to pack his own long rage weaponry before coming out, but like he said, he wasn't wired that way. He'd sniped before, yes, but usually with a weapon Hark had carried, and never on a team mission like this. He'd be thanking Jackdaw more thoroughly for her help here later on--but for now, he put his eye to the sight and scanned the scenery for anything in need of a hole through its head.