Faolan raises an eyebrow at the other man's words, glancing down at his revolver before back at the other man. Kyle, he thinks it is. He vaguely remembers him from Hillingdon, even if he hasn't spoken to him directly before. He has made it a point to try and get to know each member, if not directly and personally then at least indirectly and as best he can through reputation. Which means he knows this man is Hillingdon, a soldier, and that's about where his information stops.

"I do," he responds, in his own gently lilting Belfast accent. "Handguns certainly are, at least. A shame, really. Though I suppose I can understand why." He glances down at his gun. "Believe me, if I could have chosen for this to be something that might pass as a little more legal, I would have. But it cost me enough as it is." Which should hint at the fact that no, it's not a regular gun. He doesn't elaborate further. Not yet anyway.