It remained completely inert, the whole walk up to it. He stood there, the faint, barely visible glow from under his own shirt mirroring that from the center of the armor, and stared at it.

He hadn't built this, but he was responsible for it.

He supposed that it wasn't trying to kill him at this moment should be some sort of a relief. Didn't feel like much of one, though. He tapped on it with the screwdriver, then reached forward and opened it up.

Then he turned around, considered, and shouted, "AAAH- no, just kidding, it's fine. Come on out."