[That's a much more reasonable question. Accelerator's eyes move down to the glock, and while he's fairly confident he could steal it right then and there, that isn't how he wants to go about things. It'd be easier, sure, but he can't say for certain it won't be a pain in the ass in the long run.

And since things don't appear to be shaping up for a fight, he reaches up to hit the switch on his choker, so he doesn't waste the battery. The light changes from red to green, and he's back to leaning a little on his crutch for support rather than relying on his own two feet.]

A back-up weapon. This fucking universe is dangerous enough to warrant it.

[He's learned putting all your eggs in one basket is stupid, especially when that basket only has a thirty minute time limit.]

I know it doesn't look like it, but I do actually need the crutch.