Compilatron
"The correct answer is...yes but no"
Another snap, and suddenly all three of them are in space, floating in front of what seems to be a moon, with clusters of rectangles jutting out on its surface
"This, is the Forge of Babel, from the outside view of course, Our motto, being"May all life enjoy their freedom and rights, Uphold by the adequate amount of power and justice", remind ourselves to help those in need of...well...help. We, or rather, me, excel on matter reconstruction, and configure weaponry for our customers, which we receive raw materials from...any questions so far?"
Curiously enough, the jacket "grew" a pair of little thrusters, balancing Dasha despite the lack of gravity
