Faint annoyance pinched Devin's brow as he continued to study the screen, though whether this was for her comments or what he was reading would be difficult to guess. Perhaps both. The entire situation was disagreeable, if not deeply dangerous. And that was assuming he was really here and not merely trapped in some horrific manipulation.

"Unless they can use a wide-beam distribution, they won't be much more helpful," Devin said, pulling up the specifications. The weapon in question did indeed resemble a rifle, and appeared to have multi-target functionality. He continued after a moment, scoffing, "You would think that with this level of advanced technology that someone would have built a better mousetrap by now."