"If I do well, I get a gold star," Alter says, stretching and cracking her fingers before starting to identify the various items. She seems to be work through a mix of touch, intuition, and a deft hand with a tiny screwdriver. After a moment of fussing and some gently whisper encouragement (or general tech-nerd mumbling) the insect's wings quiver and she nods before putting it aside and starting in on the other two.

"Got it. It's a piece of a hiveminded AI thing, search and recon, you don't wanna meet the rest of the family. The stickthing is weird as hell and won't do a damn bit of good until you've got the right sort of power," she says, looking it over but not entirely sure how to make it do whatever it's been built to do. "And the last one blows hot air."