He was slow to respond to her question, still mid chew when she posed it. As she went on into her technical break down of her night's work he had time to take a couple more full bites and work his way through them before she stopped to breath. She struck him as the type to do a lot of book work, and less field work, which meant probably rubbing elbows with other book types, maybe the occasional grease monkey when tweaking her bowgun. When she turned her attention back towards Pysan and his own gear he glanced towards the sword as it leaned casually against the guard railing beside him.<br/><br/>He took a moment to swallow, and then cleaned his mouth with the flat of his thumb before responding. He focused on her with blue eyes and brushed his thumb from his mouth across his cheek where a faded scar stood out against the skin. "Ah, works well enough. Occasionally my sister likes to get me to test out one of her prototypes based on the weird stuff the Palicos dig up on their own little expeditions, or what they get in trade from the Lynian tribes." He had memories of her strapping together a bunch of loosely connected wires attached to a fuel cell, tied to the end of a stick and claiming it was an ancient weapon. Always ended up looking like some junk that was as likely to explode as fall apart to him.<br/><br/>"After 10 years I have to say I've gone through a few, but as important as the gear is, the person behind it is even more important, you know? Otherwise they could just armor up a bunch of Palicos and send them out to chase down Elder Dragons." He teased the black companion at his side with a light rib, which was ignored as the Palico was face first into a bowl of it's own stew. "But to circle back around to your earlier question, the local fauna are...a bit weird. I'm actually going to go drop off my notes to my sister, who was going to get them run off to some researchers."