Alley straightens up from her lingering half-duck, singular gloved hand dropping off from the pommel of her mace. It had been a reflexive action, anyway, and not something she'd planned to follow through on unless pushed.

"Hardware, software, whatever any of that means," the elf grunted, voice as rough as though she'd gargled with broken glass. "All I know is how to hit shit. What's it supposed to do?"