Fortunately for Megatron's dignity, as soon as he acquiesced, Val made for the ladder. While he crouched to deposit his gun as requested, she was sliding down with her feet braced along the outer rails in a display of physical prowess quite unsuited to her age and guaranteed to stop the hearts of any hypothetical adult humans watching.

She trotted over to the workbench, clambering up on the stool beside it, and then onto the table itself so she could look at the inner workings of the weapon. A handgun for Megatron was still bigger than she was. "Okay. Power source, regulator, beam collimator, emitter. Solid state load cell for trigger activation...hmm. Not how I'd have done it."

Val picked up some sort of meter from a shelf next to the table, and leaned over the gun, touching the leads to various points of its circuitry and checking the readings. "Good news and bad news. Bad news, I've made guns my size more powerful than this. Good news, that means I can fix this one."