He tilted his head into the touch, fingers tracing over Iago's for a moment. Then, he was poking at his salad, smiling a little. "True. And maybe that's a perk of this place, too. No wardens or Admiral to deal with if you want to arm yourself." Even as a warden, after all, Iago would've been accountable to others. Here, of course, there was the Militia to consider, but as far as he knew, firearms weren't illegal.

"If nothing else, I could build you something..."

Not a traditional gun, of course. Rex didn't do traditional.