An expression somewhere between awe and utter confusion spread across Amy's face in little time at all. "Wait a minute...I know that suit! That's the E.O.D.S. Mark 9, but...what's with your eyes?...Okay, just take it easy, okay? I'm...well, a Princess. This is just a dream, a really...really screwed up dream. Think about this for a minute, okay?  That guy has a bullet through his head, right? I don't have a gun, though. I don't carry guns.  The drones have lasers, but the size is all wrong.  If you don't believe me, check them. Alpha, Beta, open all ports now, please."<br/><br/>As she gives the order, the two drones seem to hiss, a bit of heated gas escaping through two tiny ports on their undersides.  Multiple slots seem to open up, exposing their internal builds, as well as exposing their weapons. "See? No guns...So just put the gun down, please...I swear, I'm<strong>not</strong>the murderer." She speaks with a deliberate slow, calm voice, trying to keep him as calm as possible to prevent him from making a hasty decision.