[He stepped back, just as frightened as Victor was. He rasped in surprise. It took a measure of self-control not to jump away. Smashing through the ceiling of a moon base would be a terrible decision.

His eyes focused on the gun and he wrung his hands together. As long as he did not point it at him, there may yet be a chance to explain. Slowly, he reached for his guitar and he plucked out a few notes. Could he understand now? He was just a musician.]