Sasan hadn't seen a laser screwdriver before, but he could certainly recognize when a weapon was being pointed at him. The change in expression didn't help much, either. He stood up, and put his hands slightly up, in an obvious surrender position. In a slightly shaky voice, he said, "Well, you were right. I don't like it."

Sasan's mind danced through several terrible Hollywood romances, where the love interest confessed their love only to be taken out in the next, by some thing or another. That was really not helpful, mind! But what could Sasan do in this case? He didn't have any skills, no hidden knowledge about the Hub. He was not meant for these sorts of situations!

"What is it you want?"