You can't blame her for respecting the firearms. Something about the earth ones, though, ... with the bullets that rip and tear through flesh remind him of the more ugly weapons of his galaxy. A blaster death seems kinder. At least to Han anyway.

"Looks good to me." He says cupping his hands around his mouth and trying to project his voice far enough that she'll hear him.

It looks like a good medium distance. His favored weapon is only accurate to about a 150 yards or so before another weapon becomes better suited for the job.