Alright. [ She settles back then, eyes turning over all the parts for the weapon. Briefly taking inventory, so to speak. ] Give me a moment, I can run over all the parts with you.

[ She sets the gun flat on the table for assembly. She collects the parts piece by piece, the strap for carrying, the sight to be added across the top. Her marks hum faintly with light where they can just be see on her hand. There's a business like matter as she compares the numbers on different weapons, the optimisation of this to that, how it would effect a shot. Ammunition just in case. There is still that lingers on each movement, and maybe if she were alone, there would be more, but she's aware she's with company ( something she has to repeat over and over again. Here, and Ilde is with her ), but she touches everything with a very particular care, the pads of her fingers against metal and plastic, the rough strong material of the strap rubbed between forefinger and thumb. The crackle like life that settles in her once all the pieces are there, pleased with drawing it all together. A pleased smile on her face to be working with something she knows, head bent over with attentiveness, all trusting exposed line back of her neck where her hair is raked rather ceremoniously to one side.

Looks back up, raking her hair back where it fell forward in her face. The exposed metal plates glinting in the sterilized white light of the ship. ]

I think that's everything. It seems like a lot, but you'll find variations of the same systems on all of these.