"Ocelot? Ain't that a kinda big cat? Hell of a name. Sounds like he's got the right idea as to what makes a damn fine weapon, though." Jesse bites the end of his mitten so he can yank it off with his mouth, using his now freed hand to push back his coat and reveal the colt revolver on his hip.

He unslings it and gives it a few twirls, clearly showing off. "What's yer poison, pardner?"