Jacob tilts his head slightly at Heine's cavalier handling of the bayonet, but doesn't say anything. The man seems to know what he's doing and what he wants- he's not an amateur. Guy doesn't talk much though, does he? "Lighter. Got it."

He grabs a smaller pistol, flips it in his hand, and holds it out for Heine to take, handle-first. "Phalanx sidearm. Don't let the size fool you- it's got plenty of stopping power. This one's been modified with ultralight materials. Doubt you could find a pistol that's easier to handle. Go ahead and feel the weight." Finding Heine the perfect gun is now Jacob's personal mission. Making sure the gun survives its next mission with Heine is a secondary objective.