[B]Gratia Mindaro - Armoury[/B]

The teenaged boy wanted to repay her assistance. Had she been in his current situation (not that she would have bothered to ask), Gratia Mindaro would not have suggested such an offer in order to "make up" for the completion of such a simple task (one that had taken absolutely nothing out of her time and energy). It was utterly pointless to bother, a debt that she had already written off the moment the screen had left her hand for Luke's. Yet if he was offering, well, she was not somebody to shy away from free assistance, no matter how redundant it could be.

"[color=66cd00]Binoculars,[/color]" she said flatly, crossing her arms beneath her breasts as her onyx eyes gazed into the teenaged boy's.

Most of the other materials she already possessed, but a simple pair of binoculars seemed to be constantly out of reach. It was irritating, irksome and infuriating to be kept from something so basic in construction. Gratia needed them for her helmet. And she had not found a single one.

What was Luke Schwarz' luck like, then?