Taavi places his rifle deliberately in the indicated locker. Hansel does the same with his harmony armor and combat rifle, conspicuously keeping his pistol. Shadrach, Nora, and Emile make no move to relinquish their weapons.
Victor nods once in understanding, the two women next to him looking compassionately upon you. "We do understand... the surface world has indeed been... horrific... for a long, long time. We appreciate the constant fear of danger and harm to which you are accostomed. Please trust that no harm will come to you here. There is no need for anyone to carry arms upon this station, as we are followers of the Harmonious Way, and none here will offer you offense. As I said, our greatest desire is to make your stay comfortable." He smiles reassuringly. "You'll find quite suitable griddle potato pancakes in our diner... not to mention observance of my own favorite custom from Kumekha city, Kumek dancing."
"If only you wish to disarm, then only you may go forward. Perhaps your reassurance upon your return will assuage the others."