One of the rotted mammals, then. Guy had heard of and witnessed his fair share of those, but he had to remember that most of the people he talked to these days probably hadn't been around as long as he had. It was a stark realization, but at least it meant that there wasn't too much he could be surprised by anymore. Except that he knew that was half a lie; he hadn't been prepared for Claude being taken for experimentation, after all.

"Yeah, the monsters here don't go down without a fight, that's for sure," he conceded. And what was this about a powerful weapon? Did it have something to do with the invention that Edgar had showed him the plans of the last time they'd talked? Guy wondered if maybe that was just wishful thinking, though, since putting something like that together probably took a lot of time.

But then Edgar went on about a redesign and his hope was rekindled. "Does that mean it's done?" he blurted out suddenly as he scooted forward on his chair until he was practically on the edge of it. "Does it work the way that you planned for it to?" The frustration of an injury aside, Edgar was talking as if it was already functional. Guy hoped that was the case; if something like that could be accomplished here, it would actually be a pretty big morale booster for him.