"I still recall the terms of our arrangement," Kimmuriel replies. "You need not remind me of them; I am amenable still."

He'd been talking to that human who was busy assembling and reassembling all the guns before, so he gets the gist. He rests the gun against his shoulder and fires a few shots at the targets.

Two hit; the rest miss. He frowns a little, rattling the gun in his hands, but otherwise doesn't comment on it. He's getting in the Zone.