Didn't seem to keen on having me in the armory. Didn't get a chance to ask.

[They'd ushered him right out. He'd like to think he'd remember something like ammo, but when everyone is paranoid about you, he supposes it's only fair they'd rather not have you poking around their weaponry.]

Security...

[He cocks his head as he thinks. The name escapes him. It usually does.]

...asked about if they needed a gunsmith. He gave me a broken rifle to fix up. Think I'm s'pposed to teach 'em maintenance.