Smokey ignored the pat on the head. Quite frankly, it was too early in the morning to get mad. Besides, he'd only known Calen for a total of less than thirty seconds, not even by name, and he'd already offered him a spiked a drink. It probably wasn't a good idea to give him any ground to work with.
Smokey started to reload, keeping his semblance active for the time being, when he finally noticed the tiny girl that had purposefully moved between him and Calen. And she's asking a lot of questions. "Uh, hold on, too many at once," Smokey started, barely stifling a yawn, "Alright, first, that was the plan. Second, I kinda noticed. Speaking of which..." Smokey looks down at Prism's shoes, "No offense, but I don't think heels are gonna do much for ya in that regard. Might as well just accept it and find something easier to move around in. Well, that's my opinion in any case.
Smokey finished loading his gun and input new settings into the console. This time, ten targets appeared arranged like bowling pins. They weren't moving, and the furthest back couldn't be more than fifty feet away. Smokey switched his gun into it's secondary form, and the chambers of the revolver extended into full barrels as the stock rotated and stretched back. He rested Matchstick's volley gun form against his shoulder and took aim.
Seven shots fired at once, and the targets were blown apart from top to bottom. Looks like the spread was okay at least, Smokey thought to himself. Finally deactivating his semblance, he turned towards the girl.
"And for that third question, yeah, it's a big gun. My dad made it, so it looks like we have that in common. Oh yeah, sorry for overhearing that part, but you weren't exactly subtle about it. But yeah, it was my semblance. Behold, the all-mighty power of not dealing with recoil," he said, finishing up somewhat jokingly. "Anyways, since I answered all those, you mind answering mine? Most people tend to start with their names before the ask a bunch of--*yawn*--questions, mind telling me yours? Smokey, by the way." Smokey extends a hand.