It's still stiff as the measurements are being taken, withdrawing out of Jack's reach the moment he's done with the tape and turned back to the table. It even glances towards the door, maybe measuring its chances of getting out of there, before its attention is pulled back by the question.

It holds up an arm, forearm held parallel and not pointed anywhere towards Jack, and activates the energy weapon, which folds out of the port, humming but not primed to fire.

"They're guns," it says, shortly, letting the weapon fold back away again. "Unless it's skintight it can get in the way when they close. It wasn't the guns that shredded the sleeve anyway."