Don't look at me, I don't write the rules around here. The Association hates when things are so strange or powerful as to be beyond their grasp, and they choose jars and formaldehyde to solve the issue.

[He moved closer with a click of his cane on the floor with every step, tilting his head slightly at the screwdriver.]

What on earth do you think you're doing with whatever that is? Move. [With a quick hand gesture, he easily undid the Bounded Field on the doorway; better to unlock it with the required authority than use brute force like some kind of idiot.] Just don't make a spectacle of yourself, and let's find this 'spaceship' of yours.