"My apologies, I should not take my frustration out on you," She sighs and gestures to the opposite bunk, "Whatever controls the room allocations has a sick sense of humour, that is Zenos' bunk."

The mention of metalworking is as effective a cure as a benediction straight to Q'uila's mood, "But of course!" Q'uila pats the bed next to her, offering Zeka a seat on the top bunk next to her, "You'll be wanting some Chakrams then?"