"Hey, man," John starts, shaking his head. He's just noticed the sidearm. "You're not going to want to use that thing in here. Confined space, closed system, a lot of fleshy humanoids who probably won't appreciate a slug in their ass, and a security team carrying sidearms that make tasers look like the Hello Kitty of the weapons world."

Why is it always people with guns, anyway? Or extreme hand-to-hand combat training. "This is the starship Enterprise."

Beat.

"Uh. We come in peace."