Well, I didn't say I didn't enjoy it. I've rigged some machines into bein' good for other work. Turn a loader into a team transport. That kinda thing. Sometimes you pick up somethin' you have to an' it becomes yours.

[Though after that shortened answer, he absently finishes off his beer and sets the bottle on top of one of the poles, wondering if he said too much.] Sorry, uh... I dunno, I get used to people knowin'. Most people at home'd know. [He almost gestures to the scars on the side of his face as explanation, the punishment scars in their pattern that makes no sense to be from fighting, and then decides Siebren probably wouldn't want to think about where those actually came from.]

[So instead, he reaches into his holster.]

Well, I'll show ya somethin' from a little further than the moon. My homeworld's got a metal alloy that can only be formed there. Responds to vibrations in such a way we can guide it after targets. Hunters use it all the time, but I'm rigged up to make it go exactly where I want it to go so long as I talk to it right.

[He holds it out towards Siebren to see.]

'Scalled 'Yaka' in Centauri. My whole arrow shell is coated in it. [And he lets it go midair with a wavering whistle, letting it float loosely in the air with a red trail.]