"Laser." He forms a fingergun with one hand, plants the barrel of it against his chest, and mimes a shot going off. Presumably this guy has no idea what a laser gun is, but given the tech around here, Jet's got no clue how to explain it.

A frown, briefly, creases his features - a frustration that wouldn't be evident if he weren't under the influence of the edelweiss.

"Like a gun."