Ruby's quiet, for a moment. Her gaze settles on her free hand, fingers curling and uncurling. The physicality of farming had helped, but the delicacy of this kind of work feels... tricky. The complexities of her weapon designs would be beyond her for multiple reasons, only some of which are concerns about tools and materials.

But there are other things. "...there's um. I made— the last things I actually made myself were some simple metal insignias. For friends of mine. Obviously they didn't make the trip here."