"Mandeep," he replied to Dajil. "That piece is... 800 shots per minute, right? Not bad. Mine does a modest 267. I just happened to win this in a bet I had with an... [i]acquaintance[/i]." 

He looked the boy over. He looked almost like someone from the Western world, stylishly dressed. He could barely see his eyes through the sunglasses, but in his gambling and poker days he'd usually been with people wearing sunglasses. Mandeep scratched his chin. "This the first time you do this sort of thing?" he asked Dajil.

As he asked this, another man appeared through the entrance. He seemed about Mandeep's age, and was wearing a shirt and sweater ([i]in this heat? [/i],thought Mandeep). He seemed overly kind for what they were about to do, but Mandeep, for once, pretended it might just be genuine. Mandeep raised an eyebrow to the man's question. "For sure. A bit hot though, to be wearing a sweater, isn't it?"