[ Thancred nods, conceding the point that many good ideas are simply stolen from others. That certainly is the case with the Garlean empire, who also conquered people only to add their most talented members to their ranks, but they've already covered that.

Once the gunblade's returned to him, Thancred wishes it out of existence, not wanting such a large weapon to get in the way in such a crowded space. If they were going to go outside and shoot at targets, that would be one thing, but it's a simple task to bring the gunblade back if needed.

In truth, Thancred hardly blinks at the use of the word "gang." Based on what Jesper had already told him, it seemed to be more or less implied. ]

Ah, I'm also the knife person when I want to be. [ Thancred smiles, a hint sly. ] In those instances when rushing in with weapons drawn isn't the advisable method.

[ It feels odd to be so open about it, but there's no reason not to when they're safe within the Horizon, and no one else is eavesdropping so far as he can tell. (And he would be able to tell.) ]

What led to you driving a tank, if I may ask? [ Thancred crosses his arms, settling in to listen to what sounds like it should be an entertaining story. ]