"We could go chop up junk on the edge of town," Mira says, amused by the thought of using a chainsword to chew through rockcrete and scrap metal. It's not as though there are any tech-priests lurking about to object to such an ignominious use of one of the Omnissiah's gifts, and besides, Mira's noticed that the machine spirits of weapons tend not to be finicky about their dignity as long as one stays diligent with the maintenance rituals.

She nods permission for Aleifr's help--courteous and sensible of him to ask first, given that she's armed at the moment.