"How about build me a weapon or I'll shoot you again and this time it will hurt?"

Hartley looked at Cisco in surprise, wishing there wasn't still a gun to his head but mostly focusing on the stain on his chest. Huh. "Orange juice, really? Must be the acid..." He quickly quieted himself down, because he didn't much feel like becoming villain tech support either.

"You don't really have a choice, Cisco."