"Hmm?" Jynmi's eyes didn't open all the way. Only tiny slits from which he could see the stranger talk to him through the corner of his eyes. He'd been so close to finding himself a nap, it was a exercise in reserve for him not to snap. "Well." He tapped his fingers on the cold floor beneath him like a piano player who lost all concern with creating music. "No, I guess not. Guns, aren't really scary. They hurt, a lot of someone takes one to the back of your skull, but for the most part their easy to deal with. It's the bullets spraying, flying through the air like daggers, that's what scares me. Oh!" He perked up a little as if the memory of why he was frightened excited him. "Arrows too, and grenades. Plus heavy artillery, but the ammunition, not the weapons themselves." He paused for a moment and rubbed his chin which was smooth despite not having had a chance to shave in a while. "Guns too, I guess, in a way. They can leave a pretty good smart if someone flings one hard enough and catches you on the temple. Yes. Yes. It looks funny when you see someone throw one on the vids, because its a last resort, but against a person, at least someone like me, it's pretty effective."

The young monk sat up a little straighter and turned more fully towards the young man next to him. "Its a bit of a phobia I have, but I'd like to think it's justifiable, don't you think? Aren't you afraid of getting ripped up so you look like swiss cheese with a bunch of ketchup all over you? "