"Wha-?" She leans forward and looks ahead, grunting. "Geckos. They're biters." She shakes her head. "I don't know, I usually steer clear of them or kill them if I have to. Their pelts sell for a good amount."

No lasers, sadly. An oversight on the part of Chryslus Motors, or a necessary omission with the increase of engines running on atomic power and volatile temperaments during heavy traffic.