Living in the early 90s, one day when cleaning.A cacophony of loud noises emanated from your room

As you entered the room, at the sight of a man wielding an unusual-looking firearm. He aimed the weapon in your direction before lowering it, revealing an expression obscured by his glasses. With a hint of formality, he spoke into some kind of communication device,

"Teleporting worked, sir. Although, there's an individual in the same room with me, just some common housewife I'm guessing. "