[h2]Luke Schwarz -- Armory Scraproom[/h2]

[b]"Hm?"[/b]

He turned, eyebrows slightly raised in both surprise and inquiry, and found himself presented with Gratia's eternally impassive visage, an outstretched hand, and one blank eyepiece-sized screen. Perfect.

[b]"Ah, thanks! That's actually just what I needed. Right size and interface and everything."[/b] he said gratefully, swiping the screen and quickly appraising it, other materials cradled in his arm against his chest. Helpful friends indeed. Now knowing better than to expect anything out of her in response, such as a smile or anything more than maybe a small nod of acknowledgement, he looked back towards her.

[b]"What are you looking for? There's a lot of stuff I've sifted through here. There might be something you need."[/b]

One good turn deserved another, after all.