You and Katrumarius were good friends, despite her speaking in Gen Z terms. Of which you didn't fully understand entirely. But she was a pretty good friend with an expansive imagination. Making all sorts of creatures and mechanisms in an attempt to make her Arch Magos/Adoptive Father, Kuronar proud. You were relaxing in her quarters while she was fixing up some machinery and scraps and turning it into a gun. It'd probably look very scrappy and crude, but hey, a guns a gun, right?

Kat: Humming while fitting some pieces together