Wait. He paused, looking at her sideways. "Just off the boat, huh? Or book in this place," he rolled his eyes. "The stuff in that armory's all crap," he dismissed. "Better off being used for scrap and reformed, if there's any saving any of it."

He scowled bitterly, looking down at his mug. It was stupid of him, because he knew that metal was metal and most of it didn't care, but it always pissed him off to see poorly made stuff. Like the person who made it was in too much of a damned hurry to just make something that he didn't care about what he made.

"Tell you what. Bring me some of that crap, and I'll remake it into something worth having."