Kyle has seen the man around. He's sure he's heard the guy's name, not that he remembers it, and thinks the guy is someone kind of important in Hillingdon. Like a student body president, someone who you know you should know, but don't actually care about until they become relevant to you. At least it provides enough familiarity for the former soldier to approach him, wondering if the guy really plans to go all guns blazing into the old building.

"You knows guns are illegal here, right?" He asks with his American accent. Because, between the two of them, Kyle should be the one waving a gun around. Although he supposes that's why the guy's wielding a revolver instead of something more substantial. "And six bullets won't cover it."