Huckle gives a beaming grin. "Hi Mod! My name is Huckle! That's quite a... Thing you've got there. I'm a farmers boy, never been too good with machines myself, kupo."
Huckle eyes Stalker 00 with an air of mistrust- as though he expects it to snap up and bite him at any second.
"I'm sure that thing'll be really helpful in a fight, though! I wonder if I can heal it?..." Huckles voice trails off as he thinks.
Truth be told, Huckle would have preferred going on the travel mission- he was never a Moogle for gratuitous violence. Mod seemed nice though, and he got to adventure with Veronica again, which made him very happy.
Huckle pushes up his top hat and eyes the table, standing on his tiptoes to see.
After a moment, he speaks, much more quietly than just a second before.
"Um, if no one else wants it, I could use that robe, kupo.... I don't really need anything else though."
Ma always said, "A life lived humbly is a life well lived...