Caleb dusted himself off, slowly standing up and nodding. The looking over to the shorter girl before looking back at the monkey faunus. "I appreciate the attempt to help from the both of you, honestly. I admit I'm not 100 percent sure that's what I wanted to happen to him, I still damaged his gun when I bumped into him, though." He said, looking down at Marshall who is currently nursing his fat lip on the ground. "Damn, monkey's hit harder than I thought," Marshall admitted, standing back up and reaching to grab his broken into pieces handgun. "If your handgun can break because you bumped into somebody, maybe it should stay as an antique and not just a weapon," Justina said, dusting off Caleb's coat before walking to the blonde. "Hopefully, you don't wind up in trouble before the very first mission." She warned.