As Dante turned to explain the purpose of the room, he found Sebastian already a dozen paces into it, leaning over the various workstations as he explored excitedly. His eyes were as wide and round as saucers, grinning like a child being gifted a sack of candy as he made his way around. He stuck his hand in bins of spare parts, shifting the contents left and right to form a rough, mental manifest of what he had to work with before carefully inspecting the various tools hanging from the walls.

Still elbow deep in a toolbox, he looked over his shoulder at the first mate, his smile not having diminished in the least, "The captain made those automatons, right? The spider? The fox? She doesn't work in here?" he shouted, ensuring his voice carried across the distance of the massive chamber.