Zafira's mouth curved faintly. "I would say it's better than most."
"I like that answer."
Augusto tapped two fingers against the side of the box, thinking. "What you're asking for is not the kind of thing I leave lying around in the front for idiots to touch. Precision work is expensive, and people with no control love ruining expensive things." He shifted his attention toward Trafalgar. "As for you, I'm assuming you want the opposite. Useful things. Durable things. Things you'll actually carry instead of admiring for five minutes."
"Show me what you've got," Trafalgar said. "I need practical items. Storage for supplies. Water. Food. Navigation. Anything good enough to justify its price."
Augusto's grin sharpened.
"There it is. That's the kind of sentence I like hearing."
