Mordred walked down the hallway shortly after Rose, clapping Willhelm on the back on the way," Remind me never to challenge you to an arm wrestling contest." He then glanced back to where Robert was crouching," Nice marksmanship." 

He stepped into the room he and his new... companions?... had fought for. Honestly, he had been expecting something more akin to a weapon locker or something more practical. However, this was Phoenix's salvage, Mordred respected that. Besides, the last thing he wanted was to have another anti-material rifle pointed at him.

He looked around the room, just skimming over it, to see if there was anything that took his attention.