He lets Peter tap the screen, and, of course, it doesn't do anything. There wouldn't be much use in Argosy giving their officers and operatives classified databases of information to carry with them if anyone could use them. So, like the lance, it's coded to the user.

But not being a weapon, it's just unresponsive to the wrong person, not actually dangerous.

Dylan's smile is wistful at the edges as his hands drop back to his sides.

"The High Guard equipped us with the best of the best. There's a reason people still want our tech three hundred years later."

If he never has to deal with one more person trying to steal his ship out from under him, it'll be too soon. Even if the salvage attempt by the Eureka Maru turned out for the best in the end.

"Never heard of the Argosy? Spacefaring branch of the High Guard?"

It still hurts that the things that had been his life mean so little. Normally, though, people at least have heard of some of it.

"Or one of these?"

He takes a step back, left hand held up, palm-out in a conciliatory gesture as he slips the lance out of its holster, spinning it in his hand with a flick of his fingers before he holds it up for Peter to see.