"Nothin's gonna happen so long as they're wet." Dabi knows that much about guns. Not about to waste bullets underwater either. These don't look to be cutting edge pistols in the first place. Still taking them with him just in case.

The holster almost crumbles when Nara'a goes for the gun, pieces floating off easily as the man pulls the captain's sidearm to himself. It's not hard to put in his pocket. There's an old compass in one pocket, though the needle seems to continue flipping around, suggesting it can't find "north" that well in Trench. A few gold pieces. A set of keys. Some papers that long-since rotted away. And a rather nice stickpin on the inside of the coat.

"Dunno what firesand is. But sounds kinda similar from the name alone." Dabi's only got basic knowledge of guns, not having been allowed them as a child and not having much care or need for them as an adult.

"Same kinda idea. If someone thinks somethin's worth stealin, odds are they've thought about puttin traps in the way." From the littlest coin pouch in a locked desk to the trap-lined halls of a yakuza bunker.