[ Gorgug wonders how necessary ammo can be here, wants to suggest that it's not that big of a priority, but it's probably not the best thing to reassure: they don't know when dangers can show up, and it isn't as if a weapon hasn't been useful since Gorgug's been here. Would a gun have helped against those weird shadowy monsters? But a gun helped to take Gorgug down (if filled with tranquillisers).

A necessary evil. Gorgug doesn't question the morality of their existence or even his own actions too deeply, but it's not the first time he's come face to face with a particular distance to the necessity of weaponry.

He accepts it without question, or feeling guilty about that--of calling them cool. Doesn't need to as Harold continues on, and, ah- ]

You like programming. [ He said that--that's why he came. Gorgug looks about the work space himself, wrapping his arms in front of his stomach. Doesn't keep his eyes on Harold as he speaks to the floor. ] I like the physical engineering better. I can program magic into stones okay, but I'm not good at-- I'm still working on code and making stuff like the companion bots. The circuitboards... they're different from what we have. I don't make good brains yet.

[ He looks at Harold then, a pause before he says: ] I'm an artificer. If that means anything.

[ But he doesn't expect it to. It usually doesn't. ]