"Don't worry, I'm just looking for my keys."
HOLD IT! Stop right there! Have you seen a set of keys with a Garfield bottle-opener keychain? ANSWER ME! Why are you so freaked out? I'm just pointing a Smith & Wesson Micro 90 flashlight at you, what's the big deal?
Yes, I'm also pointing a pistol at you, but that's only ancillary. I didn't have any flashlights at home except this one, and it just happens to be attached to a handgun. So don't worry. I'm not even sure if the gun is loaded. But the flashlight is loaded with 90 peak beam lumens, which is probably why you're shielding your eyes, cowering, and … [*sniff sniff*], soiling yourself?
I'm sure I dropped my keys somewhere on my 5-mile run. That might seem like a lot, but the flashlight's two hours of continuous runtime means I'll be shining this baby in people's eyes all evening. I just need to retrace my steps.
YOU THERE! Hands in the air! Hands on your head NOW. Oh, sorry, I thought I saw my keys in the distance, but they were obscured by your arms. False alarm. I'll just fire an "all clear" shot if that will calm you down.