Dan tries to match Lucky's pride with warmth; he's good at walking that line that keeps encouragement from coming across as condescending. He can guess what gives Lucky pause, because Dan felt the same way when he ended up in the Wilderlands without his gun. He defined himself as a sharpshooter for so long that having that stripped away from him felt like getting the wind knocked out of him and not being able to catch it again for weeks.

"Yeah? You driven the sleigh yet?" He wags his eyebrows, catching that Miguel's trying to keep Lucky involved. "Or even gotten a chance to ride in it? It's a blast."

Dan loves the sleigh. It drives Bunny crazy. And it's the closest Dan's ever come to flying, as someone who's never ridden in a plane or chopper or anything of that nature.