"Yeah...." It would have been stolen, but he isn't too fussed about something like that. He looks down at his coffee, swirling it thoughtfully as he remembers how hard it had been to use the shotgun. "No guarantee it would've worked for what I need, though. If I'm gonna be holding my crutch I need something light, that I can reload with one hand."

Ugh, he remembers the one time he had tried firing the shotgun without leaning up against a wall. The recoil had sent him straight on his ass.