"So it's a laser, of sorts?" He tilts his head, even if he's not relying too much on the look of it. There's some sort of dryness to it as if it's vaporizing the humidity of the air along its length. The sound, though, even though it's subtle, especially considering the nature they're surrounded with, with bird cries that make no sense and unknown flora that rustles differently in the breeze. It makes him chuckle. It sounds... familiar, like the inherent background buzz of a city, omnipresent upon entering its confines.

"Is this kind of weapon mass produced where you're from, then?" He can see it happen both ways, really. He imagines a lot of weapon enthusiasts would love to have one of these just for show.