A gift.

Some part of her, a part she'd left on the Zariman, wanted to hug him. It was easy to resist it, even now, but she was obviously touched.

"This one will do, I don't mind it. It just takes a bit more thought to use it well, with the shape its in." Poor thing, left to rust away until now. She couldn't imagine letting her weapons fall into such disrepair.

"And I have my amp."