"Not yet. I --" He stops and changes what he was about to say. "I wasn't going to come, but..." Gesturing at the room in general -- and how packed it is rapidly getting -- he shrugs, sheepish. "I guess everyone else was a little curious too."

He's not sure whether to hope for something practical -- so that he can use it -- or something sentimental but useless so he won't have to feel guilty for not keeping it. A gun would actually be fantastic, on the former point. Apparently everyone else in Baedal gets one, jeez.