[B]Gratia Mindaro - Armoury[/B]

"[color=66cd00]No.[/color]"

She wordlessly took the pair of binoculars from Luke, weighing the sturdy old piece of plastic in her hands. It would require some of her own work to restore to perfect working condition, but what she had been given was acceptable for her purposes. Her gaze drifted away from the other teenager and towards the plastic surface of the binoculars. Once likely a jet black sheen, they had greyed over the years, and a layer of dust was still present upon its body. It was a surprise, knowing that this object had survived so many years intact, to the point where had it not been for the colouration, she could have mistaken it for new.

Gratia lifted the binoculars up and in front of her eyes. Luke Schwarz' confused face was clear through the lenses. She tapped a button, and the binoculars seemed to whirr, a light noise escaping its mass as the view [i]zoomed[/i]. Now she could see Schwarz' nose in clear detail, from the tiny, tiny blackheads to the red of the skin. She tapped a button again, and the binoculars whirred, zooming out.

They worked well.

That was fortunate.

The Mistralese huntress lowered her binoculars, once again allowing her cold, impassive eyes to meet those of the other teenager's.

She spoke.

"[color=66cd00]Merci.[/color]"