Dylan twists his arm a little more, offering out the little screen that holds the controls that manage all the capabilities of this particular piece of High Guard tech.

"Go ahead. But it won't respond to you. It's locked to me. Security feature. But it's safe." His lips curve, a little, but the smile's more grim than amused.

"Just don't go for my force lance."

It's not that he thinks Peter will. Or could. But it's a fair warning. Anybody not Dylan who tries to take his weapon will have a hell of a surprise in store.