"I suppose that's rather a blessing, isn't it? One can't survive well, if one is constantly working on dying bodies, can they?" he said, and there was an odd... jovial tone to his words. He might as well have been discussing something amusing.

But then, he sobers considerably.

"Good. That you've never needed it so far. Hopefully, it will remain that way." He took a long drink before replying further, frowning into the glass. "I was held as the prisoner of an oversized core slug for nearly a month. It's... safe to say that, no, I haven't had time to build anything of note lately."