"Oh I do wish you'd stay!" Jim's voice was slightly high, charged with an odd tone. He set down his tea and stuck his hands in his pockets. "We don't get many visitors Obi-Wan. Not to our little corner of the universe. And I'm afraid it is a corner."
"You won't have much luck out there with any attempts to get back. It seems we're the primitive ones..." Jim grinned, fingering the control in his pocket. Three taps to the wired seam in the pocket and a perfectly calculated dart would shoot out of the wall and incapacitate Obi-Wan.
On the one hand, Jim wanted to use his new toy, but on the other, he wished it wouldn't have to be so messy.