"Sir Vogel," Fumeko walked in, with an armoured figure in tow.
Melcer Vogel was tapping on some clicking device that created crisp snapping noises. His face turned as he regarded them, "Ah, Ms Namora, you waste no time. I'm sorry for your loss."
"Thanks. I haven't exactly been restful to take my time right now," she arched a brow.
"Yes, well, there's a matter I wish to discuss with you as well, but we will get to it, hello. Scorching Inferno, correct?"
"Uh yeah, I got the bracers," Ben raised his arms, on which the bracers were in their deactivated state.
"Yes, yes, put them on my workbench, I will examine it in a moment. Fumeko. Namora?" his hands waved about.
"Either's fine."
"Alright; what, happened to Kazuo's firearm—your father's pistol, where is it? Is it destroyed? Is it in the hands of the Deuctus Cult, because that would be the most devastating outcome we would need to prepare for, far, far in advance-"
