He sat in the common room, keeping one foot on the drone as he used the tools and materials to carefully remove the pistol grip, and began the process of carefully fixing it. He mostly ignored the drone playing with its winnings, though he was both curious and dreading what it would eventually do with them. Considering regs were quite clear on the splitting of spoils, the drone was entitled to its own pile, despite being only nominally intelligent. In theory. He had a feeling the regs were going to change significantly when and if he even got to make a report.<br/><br/>Since he didn't need sleep, but the others did, he used the center table as a work station, and kept quiet, though several times he had to remind the drone to stay silent as it had started making an odd, repeating clunking noise as it had counted its silverdisks. Still, by morning, even with the drone doing its best, if squeaky, loan shark laugh, he had managed to repair the pistol grip enough to remove the inserted battery, and replace it with a new one. Sadly, he needed a lot more in the way of supplies to upgrade the pulse gun further, but now that he had examined it, it looked like he could upgrade the weapon, and depending on how he did it, he might find it a very power and versatile weapon. First though, he needed to check out one last place, one he had forgotten about in his rush to get into the ruins, a closed inn that had one of the missing expedition's members' family. The family member there might know something, and that made him willing to go ask her.