@mausoleumuses.
The two are leaning over the bloodied remains of the SM-13, what little of it they'd managed to salvage after they'd miraculously managed to drag the convict up from the depths. Bragi's face is contorted into a deeply concerned frown, as gloved hands trace over the metal pipes. Are they even metal, anymore? If he didn't know any better, he'd assume they were organic.
What a ridiculous notion. Experimentally, he tugs at a piece of what looks like a mix of flesh and roots, peeling it back from its source with a horrid squelch. It feels like he's defacing a corpse, digging up the inside of a carcass.
He pulls a face, then glances at David. "--- I'm gonna go ahead and say this isn't salvageable. That's my official prognosis."