"What I can gain?" he asked, letting the question bounce around in his head for a moment as he cocked it to the side curiously. He hadn't really thought about it in such terms. "What I can gain..." he mumbled to himself, an almost inaudible whisper, followed by a long pause and then a shrug. "Freedom," he started with a smile, "A home in the sky, on top of the very clouds that have been floating over our heads since time immemorial." His hands curled slightly, a sign of contentedness at the thought of it, "A place to work on what [b]I[/b] want to work on. To build and repair and revise to my heart's content and my imagination's limit without having some rozzers over my shoulder trying to fan my dunnage every time I get a new idea."

He took a deep breath, trying to settle the smile that somehow took command of his lips. "But that's not really what an employer should be asking her employees, is it?" Sebastian shoved a hand into his bag and drew one of the disruptor pistols from within with a sigh, pointing it towards the ceiling as he raised it to eye level and using his free hand to twist one of several knobs that lined its left side. The three tubes on the device, one larger, two smaller, crackled as a bolt of lavender light arced from within, painting the man's face and hair with the odd tint. He pointed it at his hand and pulled the trigger, a beam of the same color charging and releasing before sinking into his skin harmlessly. His eyes went to the officers' to make sure they understood his demonstration: he wasn't going to hurt anyone with the disruptor on this setting. He leveled it at Avery's shoulder calmly, "May I?"