"No weapons that exist here, apparently," Mello said with irritation. "Or so I've been told." He sighed and leaned against the wall he'd been pinned to moments before. Although he'd like to avoid traipsing through hallways filled with deadly creatures, he knew he'd eventually have to do so if he wanted to gain and keep the respect of other people here. He didn't like getting his hands dirty, but there were more important things at stake, so he'd have to learn to defend himself. He didn't see the point in going out to get supplies, though. If they were the only ones who could make something, they should be in an excellent position to barter. It was what he planned on doing, at any rate.

"I'm a fast learner, but I don't plan on going out there unless it's absolutely necessary," he said, sensing where this conversation was headed. "I'm not scared, but I don't see the point. There are people here who are good at fighting, and people here who aren't. I have a ton of useful talents. Combat isn't one of them. If I get myself killed, it should be making weapons, not using them. Which isn't particularly safe either." It didn't take a chess master to see the strategic value of specialization. Expecting everyone to be average at everything would be a waste of energy and only result in sub-par performance. So far, it seemed like Mello's knowledge of chemistry was going to be his most valuable talent.