For the previous afternoon and evening, Kline had been meandering between the fallen knight and the inn, though his first job had been to pull out deceased soldier inside. After that he'd taken to stripping out parts form inside the machine, the part she was curious about at least, and other valuable scraps. The problem for Kline was that he sucked as a mage. Sure he had the energy capacity for one but the entirety of his learning experience had been spent on combat and engineering, so he came up with the only elegant solution he could think of. Fit a Varia crystal into a gun and try to learn to at least control the basics of a few elements, but he'd only managed two.

A couple of the villagers had proven helpful, they were no doubt curious about the matter. Several helped him bury the soldiers first, it didn't take long and he claimed a bunch of tags from their bodies, stuffing them away in a small satchel before he took a handful of tools to the suit itself and went to work, stripping it and tossing aside the worthless items or whatever he couldn't afford to carry around. It was some of the finer pieces, the parts that hadn't been damaged yet, that caught his interest. Just looking at the interiors was impressive enough, it was interesting to find out what made the machine tick, but curiously enough, he was having difficulty locating a source of energy. The only thing he'd found was a crystal set into the glove of the arm where the pilot's had once rested.. Strange indeed..

Those villagers that had recognized Kline as a partying fun guy the previous night now were observing a man intent on discovering all the secrets to something that was far too complex for them to understand in a single night as he occupied a corner of the bar with bits and pieces from the fallen machine along with several of the guns. It had been important to gather up all the guns at least, because in anyone's hands they could have been dangerous tools, just like any sword, or bow.
He took only a brief break to demonstrate how they worked to a couple of the towns guards before entrusting most of the weapons to them. At least they had a new manner of defense at their disposal, should any more soldiers show up. He'd already broken one apart to memorize it's inner workings. If Kline had a knack for anything that wasn't fighting, it was engineering, remembering the plans to a simple rifle was easy, although comparatively, he supposed a rifle wasn't so simple compared to a sword or bow.

Bradley had woken up during the evening. For a time she and Kline shared a silent meal, though she too showed some interest in the parts he'd gathered, but eventually he ushered her back to bed. It was early in the morning that Kline woke up again int he corner of the bar, it was quiet, he still had all the part she was working on. His gun laid on the table on one corner, he'd opened it up to make some modifications.

Bradley had gotten downstairs again, she'd already slept plenty the previous day that she was now in much better condition. Though once she got downstairs and spotted Kline, the man only grinned at her. Of course, first thing was first. The two stepped out back, behind the inn, prepared themselves, then fought. or rather sparred. It was a warmup routine he'd made with Bradley, whenever she got a good nights rest she had to have a fight to wake her up and get her focused. The two had been exchanging soft blows for a good ten minutes, though it wasn't taken too seriously. They fought like they knew their opponents moves beforehand, which was only natural, for the most part Kline had taught her everything she knew about close combat, she had started to put her own twist on some moves, but ultimately they were the same.

Eventually the two entered back into the bar through the back entrance, faces a little red from the morning's activity, but otherwise they seemed in a good mood. Bradley was the first to spot Frost whilst Kline once again broke away to his table with the bits and pieces of the machine. Bradley, ont he other hand, approached Frost's table and climbed into a seat across from him, sitting cross-legged on the chair, hands in her lap as she stared quietly at him. She seemed to be trying to discern something, though occasionally she glanced at the gauntlet again, while attempting to not let it get to her.