If it's in parts, not like they'd know. Strange rules aside, it's not like I don't keep finding weapons.

[ Her spear... Now, the sword that's back in her room. How does she keep finding them? She can't really say, but she does and they feel right. The spear's never even needed sharpened- ]

[ She shakes her head, weary. Flexes her hand - the metal one - instinctively. So much of this planet's metal looks and feels like scrap, especially in comparison to it. Even this much feels like an idle waste of time, something to do than not... ]

It might be our lucky day. [ Grumbled, ] Not that I've seen much luck lately.