[The scorch marks along with the blood certainly begs the question whether nor not Captain Buzzkill is okay but Dante doesn't bother to ask. It's not that he doesn't care or anything, it's just because he's too focused on the task at hand. Besides, Dante is certain that this tall lanky bastard would see help if his wounds were that egregious.]

Bullet shells or casings. [He answers tersely while still trying to find something noteworthy among all of the confetti.] Those assassins weren't firing blanks, you know.

[Does this guy even know about firearms? Probably not given that Lan Wangji looks like he just walked out of a historical fantasy novel. Even so, he suspects that the Second Lan will ask the necessary questions if he's confused about anything.]

They were wielding something similar to a 9mm Luger judging from the size and firing speed but I could barely get a good look.