Lance eyed the opening door for a split second, noticing the beast that entered the room. He raised his leviathan and aimed. The familiar sounds of energy heating up and boiling down to all destructive force was strangely absent. He glanced at the weapon and noticed the depleted energy gauge. “Tsk.” He placed the weapon on his lap and began humming a tune. He noticed the creature had simply taken a spot in front of him, eying him. A few minutes had passed while he sat there in front of the creature.<br/><br/>The man had spent most of his time flicking cards at the beast, occasionally hitting its nose. He took great pride in this unique skill, something that was lost on most. He paused mid throw as a wounded she-thing entered the room, air filling the room with the familiar scent of blood. “Not on the cards.” He muttered as he began collecting them from the ground. He placed them back in the pack and eyed her once more. “Shouldn’t you be out stabbing lizards or men with weapons?” He eyed the device on his lap and shook his head. Technically this thing wasn’t classified as a weapon, yet. Perhaps it would be some sort of mining tool…. Doubtfully, yet he was a dreamer.<br/><br/>“I take it you are in some degree of pain?” He asked casually as he poked the wound with his index finger.