Ah, it was all beginning to come together. Felwinter regarded the parts of a table thoughtfully, his optics narrowing just slightly at Tony's quip, but he let it go. Maybe he'd give it a try whenever the madman was finished with it all.

"Stuff?" He almost frowned, a helpless glance given Felspring's way to find her giving a shrug before she cast a look back at the workbench across the glitter field. "...that one, I am not familiar with in make. But there are plenty of old bunkers laden with weapons from the Golden Age." Most of them had been cracked open and scavenged, but he and Felspring had found some well-hidden and untouched.