[ He nods and when the lance flies again, its trajectory is a bit more mild on his intuition to shoot at where it might land in midair: the shot that rings clear throughout the car is the only sign that Roland has acted, the rest of him stable and unmoving. The hook doesn't meet the lance now, but it passes the shaft as if it could have been wrapped around like rope.

But he doesn't quite handle the execution as smooth as he imagines, so the momentum slows and instead of the intended result, it falls limply back to the ground. However, he's smiling widely when he notices the cord at least, wraps itself once around it. ]

Heh. That's a start. Okay, give me a second.

[ As instructed, Roland clicks something else on the gun, the same trigger? No, a switch attached to the mechanism Senku added to the barrel, and it starts whizzing, retracting the carbon fibre until it goes faster and faster the more he presses...until it reaches both of their feet. ]

Well now. Chalk that one up to a successful trial run. Your lance is pretty sturdy, I have to say, Nita. Who knew it could serve such a purpose?