He looked back the way they had come. “Lost my blaster. I need a weapon.” Displaying surprising strength for one so small, Maz grabbed the wrist holding the lightsaber and raised it up. “You have one!” He stared down at her, then at the saber. Did she really expect him to use the old ceremonial weapon? Blasters he knew, and pulse rifles, but he had never held a lightsaber in his life. Nor did he know anyone who had. Still, if Maz Kanata had that kind of confidence in him…He activated the device, admiring the lethal beam.