[He spares the attention to cast a glance back over a shoulder at Asher, dropping the pistol down in favor of a sharp scoff.]

Oh yeah? Gonna be my conscience?

[That's cute. Maybe he shouldn't have gone with "Scooby," then.

Now, to be fair, it doesn't count as trigger happy until he pulls it. And he knows better than to waste bullets. The bandit, meanwhile, takes the opportunity provided by the exchange splitting Jason's attention to grab for a futuristic pistol hidden at his belt. It gets quickly but sloppily raised and aimed—out at the first handy face across the alley. Jason catches on quick enough to wrench it away, but the bandit gets a shot off and it ricochets away from Asher by inches.

Jason wastes no time in shutting this little display of reckless resistance down. Knocking the wind out of him with a knee, wrenching the wrist back until the bones creak. While the bandit painstakingly catches his breath—]

No honor among dustbowl dirtbags, huh? [Saving his own skin at whatever cost. He'd be more surprised if he didn't know better.] Now, Jiminy Cricket and I are going to ask you a few questions, and maybe I'll let my conscience be my guide and let you walk away from here to scavenge another day.

[Maybe. It would be more than he deserves. The bandit nods a battered and breathless agreement to these terms.]