[He counts the months for a second, then frowns. Longer than he'd thought, actually. Time passes too quickly when they're all kept so busy.]

Eight... No, nine months now. But most of that time wasn't here on the Ximilia, it was off on trips to other worlds to recover orbs. We don't have a lot of downtime.

[Suits him well enough, though. After a while of staring at the walls, he's itching to get back out there and make some progress. The weeks in between are necessary for rest and organization, but not much else as far as he's concerned.]

Armory's down there, by the way. In case you need anything else.

[Just a quick mention as they pass it by, but he nods to that intensely oversized sword Law is hauling over his shoulder.]

That looks like quite the weapon, though.