That got a snort out of Blaine as he slid his gun into the cleaned holster and put it back on the table. He took off the belt and laid it on the table, opening up the pouches and taking out the shells and magazines inside of it. Yeah, he had even more ammo besides what he'd taken out of the jacket pockets.

"We don't have witches or magic. No spirit world that I know of, but we have these." He held up a shell, looking at Duncan over it. "Lots and lots of these. No magic required."