[ Nebula waits, just to see, before nodding and moving. She rolls the shoulder with the metal arm in the motion. Exiting the gambling den back to the streets of Nocwich she scoffs a laugh. ]

Enough parts to make a blaster would be nice, but that's not happening.

[ They hardly have the right equipment here. At least she can satisfy herself with the small amount of melee weapons she's acquired, but it's Nebula. She'll never have enough. He probably agrees, though he's more into guns. She shakes her head. ]

Just figured at least we might find something useful. Worse case, a big enough piece can be melded into something else. [ She's not sure what - she just feels antsy, like she needs to do something. And she hates that. ]