"Oh, yeah, I know that name." Blaze sounds a little proud of that, to remember the detail. "There was some sort of empire here, right? Cryptarch's mentioned it a couple times. It's the place with all the eagles slapped onto things."

She'd run Jesse through all the little gizmos if they weren't talking, though since they're gun parts Blaze would have an easier time explaining them as part of their actual weapons. She has a rough idea what her Ghost wants to make of them, but she's learning the how as she assists it: the little bot's far better at field rigging than she is. Eventually it starts turning bits over and connecting them together in ways she only half follows.

"Sort of. We're the City's military - Earth's military. Those the Ghosts choose from among the dead. Reforged in the Traveler's Light to defend our worlds." Also to capitalize words a lot. "You've got the Hunters, who're scouts and gunslingers. Warlocks, who're more scholarly types. And us Titans, holding the front lines." She slaps the mark slung at her hip. The grey cloth is tattered and ash-stained from battle, but the white stripes embroidered on it have been carefully maintained.