The voice (her voice) prompts a stall, and Rinzler pauses midstep, noise skipping just a little as he turns. He'd seen Yori in the tent, of course. He'd thought he'd done a good enough job not staring too obviously (the mask helped), but...

No. Different query. There's a momentary lag, stare lingering on that quick smile, before reaches to his PAC-disc and taps once, rezzing up the small gun with its grappling line and holding it up for Yori's perusal. He's not sure how familiar she's become with user firearms in general, but the tip stays pointed away from either of them.