Now she's crossed over into territory that's utterly foreign to him. He things he'd need an elementary lesson on her world before quite understanding this, but he does understand now what she means by magic and technology, blended.

It's exactly the sort of thing he worked on for his own garrison. Repairing it, anyway. He would never have been given clearance to make something new; his rank was too low. That, and nothing much new was made after the 19th century. "I've done repairs on weapons like that," he admits thoughtfully.