So did you reveal your gun, or.....how'd that play out?
Once, I caught a dindu and his friends taking out my screen to enter my apartment. I came to the window, put my 1911 on the table and said, "can I help you?". The lead dindu said, "just fixing your window, man" and ran away.
The second time was in a parking garage in Boston. Felt some guys closing and just swept back my coat to get a clean draw and they all recognized the motion and moved on quickly.
No gunfights, sorry.