Metabee kept firing even as the other guy's skin turned to metal (or something). His lasers might be able to get through it or at least heat it up enough to do some damage, but it would take longer than he had when the guy started rushing at him down the hallway. Metabee did his best to try and run out of the way, not letting up on the automatic rounds. Time to try the age old tactic of distracting banter.

"So what're you stealing all this stuff for, cause you sure don't look smart enough to use it."