She laughs, "Ah, 'tis not a task I shall envy you over and it certainly makes me glad for my lance's relative simplicity. It was always my armour that required the detailed cleaning between the leathers and scale. That demon goo is surely a as much of a menace as those demons themselves."

She fidgets to get comfy with her tail and the seat, eventually deciding to shuck off her hoodie to reveal her once-a-tshirt-now-a-tanktop and the burns that snake all the way up her muscled arms.

"What exactly does this particular contraption do, Prompto?"