Winter makes a little huff of air, audible through the mask, that could be frustration or could be amusement. Or maybe both. But he looks away. The threat isn't immediate, isn't now, so they should deal with this and worry about why he malfunctioned later.

Or never. He'd happily not think about it again, if she lets him.

"I would like to, too," he agrees grimly. "If it is not a fear-entity and shooting it wouldn't do any good." This time his huff is one of determination, steeling himself, and he hefts his guns again. "Okay. Let's see what we can do about. All this."