Charlie would show him, but....Guppy used a skin fuser, so there's no scar. It hardly hurts anymore, either. Maybe Guppy has X-rays. He didn't ask, at the time.

"Ah, so it is as simple as I was told." He watches Ben cock the hammer back and knock one of the cans off, intently studying Ben's hand around the gun. "All I've ever shot was people. They're tricky to aim at, when they move."

The big guy he'd actually shot more than once, though--the one that broke his neck with that punch--he was easy.

Charlie mimicks Ben's actions, pulling the trigger with only a small recoil from the sound. Having braced his arms for a kick, the gun doesn't waver too much; it still clips the next can over, spinning it off the stand. "Has a punch."