"A death ray is a pretty final weapon, and most places that even allow weapons don't allow those. Did you actually ask if it was okay to build a death ray?" Scott raised an eyebrow, looking at her with some pity and some determination. "Otherwise you are working on a false premise." And sound like a twelve year old, he did not say. He had listened to Hank McCoy long enough to know science had rules, and if you broke them, well, that was bad.

His hand snapped around to bat hers away from him, and he shifted his feet, training coming to his call, to move her away from him with his hands. His eyes narrowed as his power answered his call, and filled his head. But still he did not fire.

"I am not, but I am a member of the people who are here and I do get to register an objection to you bringing or building a weapon that will eventually get out of your control, since you lack any sign of self control, so your control over your inventions is likely just as faulty." His voice only got quieter.

"You don't get to endanger everyone else just because you think you know what is going on. I believe in self protection and caution and even I am not that crazy. Heck, even Magneto was not that crazy!" That he would get that crazy later, Scott did not know. But in his original time, Magneto had not gotten that nuts.