From the outside, she was a chunky little thing, the Ship-Post. Bulky, not very pretty, but sturdy, and could get bumped around pretty heavily without worry. No weapons, unless something was stupid to sit in front of the front-facing ship-class mining laser as it spooled up, or got close enough that he could grab it with the manipulator-crane (big funny grabby hand for inserting cargo into the underlying cargo bay).