Jaeger just smiles indulgent at Leon's doubt. Another time, perhaps, he'll demonstrate but there's also something to be said for being underestimated as a lunatic. A civil, well-mannered lunatic, at least?

".40 Ruger," he confirms with a nod. Which he doesn't have on him right at this moment, but is comfortable enough with. Leon's holsters don't get a second glance, just a detail filed away with everything else he observes.

"It seems there's a variety of skills represented here," he comments idly. "Whatever...criteria they've used to bring us here. If there is any logic behind it all."

A bit of quiet cynicism there, but to be fair, the entire situation is a lot. He huffs a grim chuckle, and shakes his head.

"How is your apartment?"