Oh, so maybe Zouichi did need to bring that coil gun.

Even having been caught, the force of coming to a sudden stop knocks the wind out of Howard. He leans against the doors of the elevator before checking first that the elevator buttons won't be opening the doors anytime soon, then rushing over and checking the technician for injuries. Priorities, people.

"I think he's just got a mild concussion," he says, blinking a flashlight into the poor dude's eye before checking his nametag. "Hey, um. Why exactly do we need instruction manuals when we have one of these?"

You just fired a coil gun in a hospital, Zou. You have no moral high ground.