Tinker sat in the corner of the room, on his bed and- as always- fiddled with one of his many devices currently in progress. This one in particular was a modified long-barreled pistol. The idea for this one was to fix it up so that it would fire a cloud of flechettes in a concentrated burst. Ideally, one could use the flechette pistol to blind a Titan on the way past so as to distract it from the rest of the team. The gun had real promise, not like the last blinding tool; Tinker and Kiryuu still carried the flash burns from that one and Tinker’s eyebrows had just now grown back. Tinker reached under his bed- he had the bottom bunk-, brought his tool kit out, and removed a small screwdriver. As he used it to begin removing the wooden grips from the pistol, Tinker responded to Ava’s question. 

“Well ma’am, it seems to me that if we had some burning need to say anything about this placement or about our position in the 72nd as a whole, we wouldn’t have waited until now to say it. I, personally am firmly aware that we haven’t graduated yet and will continue to put 110% effort into my training as befits a member of the Expansion Battalion. The 72nd is probably the only battalion that will take someone with my… [i]quirks[/i]…” as he said this last bit, Tinker removed the pistol’s grip and slotted a tiny compressed-steam tank into a specially fitted nozzle in its hollowed out handle. He then began screwing the grips back on and continued speaking, “… so I have every intention of graduating from training with the rest of you.” He glanced around, “And if I may be so bold, I may not be the only one here who may only fit into a battalion as… unique as the 72nd.” 

Tinker stood up, spun his newly completed pistol around his finger once, and jammed it into a customized sidesaddle holster with a flourish. Next, he put his tool kit back under his bed and checked to make sure his belt knife was still firmly in its place at the small of his back. Satisfied, he turned back to his teammates and grinned, “Anyway, I like working with you guys. You’re all almost as crazy as I am!” At the collective stares he got in response to that comment, Tinker’s grin spread even wider. “Hey, I did say [i]almost[/i] as crazy. So, no, Fearless Leader, I personally don’t have anything particular to say before we go out for another grueling training session. Well, I do have one question: Who’s going to help me test this gun?”