Banshee holds a slug shotgun in his hand, intricately ornamented and gleaming with polished metal. He rotates it, testing the weight distribution, then quickly spins it by the lever. A shell ejects as it lands back in his hands, pointed at you.

"Same as you ever were, old friend."

He lowers the barrel and inspects the weapon.

"This weapon was in Holliday's family a long time. Helped her make it to this city…"

"Look out for your friends, Guardian. This shotgun will help you do just that."