[Monty glances at the other man, sidelong. He hadn't been planning on it, but being ordered about by people is something he's earned his way out of, thank you. This isn't particularly the time to bring up the politics of the matter and his newly minted station, though.]

Discretion being the better part of valor? I feel rather like a goose marking down the days until Christmas just sitting here, Mr. Solomons. You really think-!

[He cuts off and all but leaps away from the wall when the pounding finds its way to near him. Monty lands practically on-point, and while he loses his tablet on the ground, he's otherwise graceful, in spite of the end table in his hands.]

D-do you have any weapons?