He's prickly for certain, but in a way, Reno can understand. There were plenty of her fellow shipgirls with varying forms of PTSD, including one of her sisters. Even she herself wondered on occasion how much she might be hiding behind her own exterior.

There's a sympathetic nod, at that scowl, an acknowledgement that it won't be brought up again. "I'd ask if it has graphic novels and how-to books, but that doesn't sound like it does. Are there any workshops around? I'm also good at making things!" Both her palms are raised to York, fully revealing her metallic gloves with the circular light in the palm. "I made these myself!"