Z was bored, stuck in CLASSROOM #7 while Lucien read a book. He'd already spent nearly an hour practicing shots at the pool table, and there really wasn't much left to do. He was just considering heading out, regardless of the consequences, when Lucien's voice broke through the relative silence in the room.

"Have you ever considered using some of stuff we sell on the missions?"

It seemed, to Z, that whenever Lucien asked a question in just that way, he had something in mind, so he kept quiet, waiting for the other to elaborate.

Sure enough, Lucien did, setting aside the book he'd been studying to stand up, striding over to the cabinet where they kept some of their missions items away from prying eyes. "The missions are getting harder, and while it's not really a matter of difficulty, there's always the chance of failure. We can't afford to fail."

An eyebrow rose at Lucien's use of 'we', but Z made no comment, understanding the other perfectly. There was a lot of pressure on Lucien not to fail, and as his WEAPON, Z was by extension, under the same pressure. "So... which items did you have in mind?"

The slight lessening of the tension around Lucien's face was only visible to the careful observer who knew him well, but it was there, as Lucien finally smiled a true smile. "Well, since it's got your name on it, I guess we'll take a couple of those flasks. They work, right?"