"You bet. Treat your gear right, it'll do the same for you. Your weapon's almost as important as your plate. 'Course, gunsmithing ain't my specialty - programming only takes you so far, you know? But we've got a guy back at the Tower who's a real master. Knows everything th... ...ere is." Another yawn's wrenched its way out while she's locking the the fusion rifle into storage.

"Guardian, may I remind you that your functioning will be impaired until you rest." There's no 'may' in the Ghost's tone, and the formal title, in this case, sounds just a bit like a parent using a child's full name to scold them.

Blaze grimaces to herself. Procrastination doesn't suit her, doesn't sit well with how she sees herself. But she feels no eagerness to see what waits for her when she closes her eyes.

"So, uh." She rolls her shoulders with a sigh. "Anything I need to do before I get down to some shuteye?"