( he sinks down, and jason takes a step in closer. puts a hand on his hip and leans in to watch the kid--fiddle with the gun, because it becomes obvious very quickly that he has no idea what he's doing with it. )

Getting shot at? Plenty often.

( with all sorts of fun shooty things, even. jason waits a few more moments, watching him take out the magazine and start to take it apart, before he interrupts. )

I can see why you resorted to fucking up thugs in alleys. You don't know jack shit.

( and jason's dropping down into a squat on the ground in front of him, weight resting on the balls of his feet and elbows resting on his knees. keeps some distance, he's not an idiot, and he's not going to invade some weird kid's space. )

Hand it over, we've got a lot of shit to go over before you get to play with one of those.