Justin bristled, lips parting with a poorly restrained sneer. All these people threatening him. What did they think this was? And was she really trying to threaten him with hair??
"You don't understand, I need tools, I need- t-time-" His voice grew strangled as they lifted up off the ground. Apparently he didn't get a choice.
He scowled, swallowing and trying not to look down, reaching for the module. "...I'll see what I can do," he mumbled, working the front panel open and setting to work.