Definitely a military type then, as if the immediately obvious tendency to eagerly employ violence weren't any former indication. This bodes extremely poorly for both of them seeing as Rush has made a firm point of neither liking nor trusting military types and has not historically had any great success in negotiating with them. They too often resort to attacking a problem literally and with considerable application of firearms and/or blunt force trauma, as if those are the only workable solutions available (statistically unproven). This man has, thus far, demonstrated a marked refusal to deviate from that mean. Disappointingly.

He crosses his arms, thoroughly unimpressed by his insistence on addressing the aim and trajectory of his ballistic projectile rather than the fact that he felt it necessary to shoot it in the first fucking place. He keeps stressing that point, as if it holds some sort of irrefutable weight in terms of the broader spectrum of this infuriatingly, nauseatingly circular discourse, which he neither cares for nor wishes to continue dwelling on.

"Obviously I've heard of fucking warning shots," he flashes back, voice dripping thick and heavy with caustic derision, as if the concept of a warning shot were common fucking knowledge which, for him at least, they fucking well are. "Not the point. The fact that you felt it was even fucking necessary in the first place to shoot instead of fucking asking who might be present like a regular fucking human being is more of what I'm getting at, actually."

Rush does not appreciate being shot at. It is starting to become a pattern at this point, the release of projectiles at him in varying levels of accuracy and accelerating force, and he does not appreciate that.