Mostly just thinking out loud. You get used to the murder for the most part, once you encounter one too many psychopaths with world domination on the mind. Or destruction of government property, or even just personal revenge... These things just happen.

[ His eyes flick over the costume, the barely-hidden weapons. ]

Can't imagine someone who carries two pistols is exactly on a high horse, huh?

[ Hey, now he's really just throwing stuff out there, but he can wager a guess. ] Don't worry, I stopped looking for approval a long time ago. You kind of just start having to make decisions after a bit, so I won't judge you, you don't judge me, and we'll get along swimmingly, huh?