"Interesting advice from the bogeyman of magic," Zoey remarks, coming downstairs behind them. She had finished her mental preparations, but something was bugging her. It had to do with her tool kit: it was very ritualistic, and a bit archaic. However, she thought she happened to be in contact with a man who had access to simple tools, especially the kind of simple tools she wanted. She cleared her throat, "Sorry for the interruption, but I'd like a word with Nemo about the upcoming mission. Specifically, I'd like to talk about obtaining something deadly." She leans against a nearby wall. "I have a bit of a hunch that when it comes to obtaining a weapon, you'd be the man to talk to. I'm not looking for something fancy, but I am looking for something quiet, small, and effective. My throwing stars have limitations I'd like to compensate for."