Izzi's reaction, as well as the realization that I had just blown my own cover, ironically made me calmer.
"Ah..."
"'Ah'--my ass!" he suddenly stopped grasping his head and glared at me. "You--you..."
He pointed his finger at my face, the tip of it trembling. He opened his mouth and I waited to hear what he wanted to say, which didn't happen for a while.
"...yes?" I asked after waiting for ten seconds.
"How could you pretend you don't know anything about guns and lasers?!" he yelled. "You...you tricked me! You know about me, don't you?!"
Ah...
"Well, I mean...you made guns in a fantasy setting, so..." I shrugged. "It's easy to infer that you're not from here since I'm the same."
"And you decided to just pretend you don't know about it?!"
