That would be your weapon of choice? A staff? [Folding his arms upon the table, Gladio leaned forward a little.]

The train won't arm us or let us buy weapons, but the makings of one... We've people here who are good with their hands. If it's a weapon you think you can use, I can do my best to get you one.

... Though couldn't a light-weight metal be better than a stick? [A big grin.] Maybe with some extras, if I hand it over to Tony.