"Just long enough to know you're not going use that thing" I said. "I mean, be realistic. My shields are going to stop the first shot, and this bad boy [i]taps his vanir chestplate[/i] can take a round or two. And by the time you pull the trigger the third time, your stomach has met the butt of my gun." I stared you, right in the eyes. "So why don't you put that thing down, and well handle this like adults?"