Olivia took one of the cards on the bench which Athena had begun to lay out. She held it out against the light, running her thumb over the surface of leather. Fifteen. Someone spent some time making these. She sets the card down, somehow causing its owner to from as she picks up another card to inspect the consistency. Seven. This card seemed more recently made, or less used for some reason. Perhaps it was the quality of leather. She sets the item down before getting up, her interest lost. She straightened a piece of shoulder plate which had gotten loose when she had stooped down to examine the cards before making for her seat.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Athena listened in to the duo's conversation, inspecting the minute Warpiece's structure, noting the amount of joints needed on the thing. In the training for mechanics, they were taught that Warpieces, and most other things, were only as useful as its weakest part, a single point of failure would mean a jammed piston or damaged hydraulics and thus a sub par machine. Everything had to be perfect.  And the little Warpiece's design spoke to her, it was a marvel of precision and technology still beyond Steelshire's reach.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>"Wake up." Judas thumped his fist against the armored cabin as the train slowed to a halt, the iron wheels screeching in protest beneath them. He had barely slept, ending up meditating to calm his mind during the journey instead. Immediately, he could see men assembling before the train, probably to unload the supplies as fast as possible and send the train back.