[b]Gratia Mindaro - Armoury[/b]

Gratia Mindaro did not deign to reply, instead choosing to further the work on her project.

Their incessant chatter was of absolutely no importance to her. Even if the one sitting to her side was her newest team member, he was little more than another source of mild irritation, a distraction whose voice blended into the white noise of the unwashed masses of youths that populated Beacon. She wasn't here to fucking flap her gums and 'socialise', not when she needed to focus entirely upon her work for it to be completed in time. Only the success of that goal was necessary, nothing else.

She lifted up the assembled rangefinder, clinically inspecting each and every component she had soldered together. Everything was in their proper place as expected, and when put next to the 'hull' of her project, an old helmet, it would definitely fit without needing too much extra work. That would lessen the difficulty of gluing them together when the time came.

An unexpected turn of events, but a welcome one.

The Mistralese girl lifted the safety goggles up for a second, glancing down at her work desk with her own, cool onyx eyes rather than through a protective lens. Her choice of using LED torches meant that more wiring and soldering was likely to occur, so they would be soon covered once more, but for now she was making sure - in the perfect clarity of her orbs - that every single part of her work so far was perfect.

She wasn't surprised to see that it was.

Gratia Mindaro kept working.