Daud doesn't normally have people offering him a handshake. It's just yet another reminder that this place doesn't follow the playbook he's accustomed to. He shakes, with his right hand, worn leather shifting against itself.

After he releases his hand from the friendly-- if firm and tight-- shake, Seditionist makes a gesture to him. After a second, Daud belatedly realizes he's gesturing to the weapons. He shakes his head in response. The question makes him think-- is he?

“No. I'm just keeping myself sharp.” He's been charged with enjoying the sound of his own voice-- that's more the Outsider's crime, but he too can talk more than he necessarily should. “This place seems peaceful, but I wouldn't put it past it to try something once we get too comfortable.”