Rob smiled as Sig walked away. He seemed to be a nice guy, and his estimation of the man rose a couple of notches. Dane thanked him for the ammo, and Rob's smile grew broader, and he actually laughed.
"Heh. I had no idea what I was going and grabbed a random handful of ammo. I'd say luck is more of the help here."
Despite saying that he seemed happier at more at place amongst the group. He still had his pipe tightly gripped in his right hand, which seemed to be clamped around the smooth metal with such force he wouldn't have been surprised if the metal had dented. He slipped his pistol into his pocket, and finally began to loosen up.
"Does anybody have some cards, and a snack? I'm bloody starving, and would love a good game of Wist."
Then, on a more sober note, and in a quieter voice, he said,
"Thanks. Y'know, for yesterday."