There's a guy in my hometown who's got a thing about guns and keeps a crossbow in his house instead. I bet Dwight would like you. [In fact, considering Dwight's reasons for disliking guns, he'd probably be relieved.

Duke doesn't know about her, precisely. But he knows her friends aren't exactly normal, that their town might be as weird as his.

Blood he almost answers, but catches himself with a pensive pause.] Whatever works, really. Fists or guns usually do.