It makes Pope smile, a fond little expression, one he tends to only have after he's vented some of his sadism elsewhere. "Austin likes the pistol," he echoes, and shakes his head. "We'll make an archer of him yet. He just needs to get some good kills in with it, see he can be as bloody as he wants with those arrows. Put him and Bossie together on patrols, take them out to find some scavengers when Austin's got the aim down."