Sammy walks up the to the bridge carrying a thermos of coffee in one hand. She's managed a change of clothes somewhere in transition from night to day, and she's now dressed light for warm weather, wearing just a pair of tight forest green shorts, a tan t-shirt, and a teal neck scarf over her own synskin. She looks a bit like she's on a camping trip, though her bag's too light for a proper one. No tent, no bedroll, just some arena gear. 

She stares at the weird tangle of wires on a toaster. You can tell she wants to pick it up, but she doesn't ask yet. "Yeah, arena's fucking weird. Not sure what to make of this though. Like, shit, you've done a bunch of homebrew to save on your energy budget and then you make it look good. But like, it's still a gun, right? Bullets're fucking fast, too fast to dodge if you're standing where the bullet's going when the trigger's pulled. Isn't that the whole point?"

She looks from the gun to a gaze at Decima's serpentine eyes, takes a loud sip of coffee, and slings her bag down so the top opens and Decima can see a whole mixture of different light but durable armor shells in a few weights along with some strength enhancers for arms and legs. "I got options, what do you want to test today?"