Sawyer shook his head steadily. "I meant your ship, rather. Miasma matter deconstruction, miniature solar flare, steady orbit jump? Very nice craft." He took out a cigar, thick and packed with aromatic Burley tobacco, and let the cover of his lighter slip open. It was guilded with ivory and had a calligraphic engraving etched distinctly into its side, but was scratched, worn away with time. He flicked it back with ease, slid it into his pocket, and let the smoke that rose from the cigar pool mustily around him. He took in the rich smell and exhaled with invigoration, the smile returning to his face. "My girl is lodged within the Dojo carrier. Antique, not as modern as yours, but you'd be surprised of its firepower. Fitted it with my own tech. Built it from the ground up. I take just as much pride in very few other things." His grin grew even more, stretching to what seemed like his ears. "I'll duel you for it."