Abel might have jumped like he did the last time Fives gets that big hand of his on his shoulder, blinking at him a moment before he processes the words coming out of his mouth. His buddy Cain. He might have a weird look on his face at that phrasing, but don't read into it too much, Fives. He's just being weird.

"Oh! I'm fine. That...sounds like something he'd really enjoy, actually. He's good with a gun." And, seeing as he's starting to calm down, he doesn't have too much to say about it. Cain had never killed anyone that he was aware of, at least not without good reason. It's questionable whether or not the infantry in Cook's office had survived that shoot out. He's trying not to think too hard about the fact that he doesn't really care if they did or not.