"You can build a gold gun that's actually useful, but not a laser gun?" Shawna leaned her head against Cisco's shoulder, which would be sweeter if she didn't still have a gun against his cheek. "You must like her a lot more than me. I think you can come up with something. Something glowy and useful."

Right. Cisco was crumbling here. Hartley wondered if he should do something to draw her attention away.