First he's concerned that he cut him, then he's yelling at him. Akira's plopped onto the grass, trying to peel sheets of wet gum off of him unsuccessfully.

"What...?" Gawking at the kicker, he starts shaking his head as he assumes that he meant an answer to the question of it was just sticking to him. "I didn't say 'no' or 'yes'?"

Yup. He thinks you're kind of crazy, and a bad aim, but... that swords brings a new wave of apprehension. "Where did you get that?" Akira reaches up to drag a whole chunk of gun off his shirt. He's not going to be able to explain a mass of gum at home.

"... The network?" Akira ventures a guess, openly approaching the subject.