"I'm the salvaging part of the team, as far I understand. We were just in the process of discussing specifics." Harry responded, leaning against the bar as Elsie placed his regular brew beside him with a wink. Harry knew better than to respond to her little gesture, and as he lifted the mug to his lips he spotted the barman eyeing him carefully.

Pretending not to notice the scrutiny the mechanic turned back to the young soldier with a grin. "Speaking of salvage, I couldn't help but notice the gear you're carrying." He said with genuine curiosity, his eyes dropping to the shield generator before bouncing up to the girl's rifle. "Some mighty fine pieces, which I'd be willing to give a good price on if you're interested in selling."