He eyes the pistol with interest, the most blatant he's shown since arriving in the armory. It's probably heavier than he's used to, but he picks it up to test the heft anyway.

Heine may give the shotgun's added blade a slightly raised eyebrow, but he picks it up, too, after setting down the pistol. The accuracy aid doesn't matter to him that much, and it's with near absent-mindedness that he turns the shotgun in the exact opposite direction that Jacob left it in and lets his fingertip touch the edge of the blade. He's careful not to let it break skin, but he draws his hand back all the same.

"Maybe something lighter." Not that he would mind taking these out for a test run in the shooting range. Heine is fine with talking about firearms, relative to anything else. He turns the shotgun back around, stopping its spin with his hand.