Little more than a shrug met Jack's question as the Master allowed himself to be searched. He had nothing else on him that could be considered a danger. Just the old cell phone he had acquired earlier.

"You are the one with the gun," He replied, staring own the barrel with that same grimace. Being shot so many times in his past, he had an extreme dislike for that brand of weapon. It was generally a slow and painful way to die. At least the laser from his screwdriver would have been a near instantaneous death. No one else could use it, so Jack holding it was little cause for his concern.