The armory is... a lot stranger than he'd expected.

Esteban isn't quite sure what he'd been bracing himself for. Maybe a locked door leading to a cave of wonders filled with strange and mysterious weapons, only some of which he might recognize. Or maybe display cases with items he's never seen before-- it takes him a moment to realize he'd expected a hoard.

The lockers-- coloured metallic boxes of colour, apparently locked as he watches Tidus uses his ticket to click one open are... underwhelming. Secure, no weapons flying off in any direction if there was to be an abrupt stop. But underwhelming all the same. He'd wanted to be impressed, damn it.

His own huffiness amuses Esteban rather than discourages him, and he's snickering by the time he leans over Tidus' shoulder, glancing in as well. Just as described, there are a few weapons in there that could have their uses, daggers and spears, mainly, but none of them anything the half-elf would even feel remotely comfortable with. There is also no rope that he can tell, and this comes as a bit more of a blow; he really had hoped he might get his hands on a rope dart in the end.

"Not here, hun. Guess I'll have t' ask Webs for a favour."