[B]Gratia Mindaro - Armory[/B]

So it was Luke Schwarz that finally broke the silence that permeated the scraproom first. In this dusty, quiet chamber, the sudden intrusion of noise was impossible to miss, the vibrations of the air immediately received by her ears. Gratia spared not a single glance for the other teenager, for her attentions were focused upon the box of junk that she was currently crouched over. There was absolutely no need to interact with the boy, nor was there need to reply to him when she had yet to fulfil any of his criteria. She rummaged through the box, tossing to the side a pair of overly-large beanbags. Her own work was key here.

The huntress forcefully dragged out what seemed be a pair of working binoculars. Any hopes that could potentially have existed to get her work done early faded. It was simply a set of spare telescope parts taped together. The function was relatively similar, but integrating them into her final piece of work would have taken a greater amount of effort than what she had planned. So the stoic girl dropped them back into the box and returned to her search. There had to be binoculars somewhere.

[i][color=66cd00]You better fucking use this shit, Fiordilatte.[/color][/i]

Quietly, the Mistralese girl rose to her feet, patting down some dust from her coat. That box was an absolute fucking bust, but this entire room had yet to be explored. Though it did definitely need some spring cleaning so it wasn't some jumbled, disorganised piece of shit. Still, it had provided her with some LEDs and a thermographic camera surprisingly quickly, so it wasn't particularly something she gave much thought to. Right now, all she needed to fucking do was grab herself an image intensifier and some binoculars, but this shitty chamber wasn't helping at all.

Her eyes traveled up a nearby row of items. Nothing was jumping out at her.

Wait.

Approaching the furthest box of items to her with powerful steps, Gratia Mindaro stopped and lifted the box up, the thudding of her feet against the ground stalling as she began to rifle through her newest acquisition. There it was. An image intensifier. Her side goal of adding night vision seemed as if it would be possible.

And ... there was also a blank screen.

She glanced over towards where Luke Schwarz stood. He was rummaging through the trash near the door to the room. She returned her gaze to the blank screen that had found itself into her hand. So she would be interacting with him once again. The Mistralese huntress had not expected to do so before their organised meeting later that day, but it seemed as if the Lord had different plans for her.

He was near the door anyway, so at least she wasn't going to waste any fucking time.

Gratia took the image intensifier and the blank screen, walking back out towards the door. Everything else that she would need was more ... complex in construction, and she preferred to rely on new materials rather than some risky old shit that had been lying in a scrap room for the Lord knew how long. It was still a fuss however, having to use her subsidised orders on goods that she would deliver to Napoli Fiordilatte of all people. She held in the annoyance that always arose when she imagined his face. Her face wavered not a single inch from its constantly bored expression. She could deal with the absurdity of the situation later.

"[color=66cd00]Luke Schwarz,[/color]" said the Mistralese girl, tone utterly flat as she stopped next to the aforementioned boy. "[color=66cd00]Your screen.[/color]"

Her hand was outstretched, offering the screen atop her palm.