[Wait, what? He was thinking about that for a moment. This guy has seen people attacking the wall all day, huh? Always with the fighting back. He was thinking again, a hand going to scratch at the scruff on his chin as he thought things over.]

Well, I could probably get my hands on one. Or... maybe I could have, if not for this big damn dome.

[The tire iron is set on the ground, while Nic leaned upon it as if it were a short cane.]

Something like that might be good though. A little range, a lotta force. I could see it. Yeah. Maybe I could make something.