Sabine examined the mask filter critically before pressing it to her face and breathing in to test and then handing it over.

"Here, I'll probably need to replace some of the fittings after this, but for now it's still good enough. And if we're lucky we won't need it, but if not you always want it in place before you start opening things up." She gestured to the table which looked like it was littered with a random assortment of odds and ends.

"Got it." Ezra pulled the mask on, watching intently.

"This time through I'll do everything, and then you can give it a shot." She opened up the first casing, showing how the receiver would fit in at the end, how everything would come together, putting her own filter and goggles on. Ezra had mentioned being interested in how she made her little miracles and after a few days to make sure it was genuine interest and not just wanting to kill downtime before she set up the demonstration.

"What we're working with now is a fairly weak charge, and we're using stable materials. So if you do screw up you're not going to lose a limb, maybe a few fingers." She paused to wiggle her fingers at him playfully before going back.

"You have such confidence in me, really. See a lot of people loose fingers?" Ezra tried to lean in without blocking her view, to watch her twist wires in place.

"Yeah, doesn't matter how good you are, all it takes is one mistake, one bad day. Usually with stuff exactly like this that you've done a thousand times and you think you could do it in your sleep. But you can't. " She said the last part forcefully enough that Ezra rocked back a little, even if it wasn't actually directed at him.

"I'm paying attention, I promise. I'm well aware most stuff comes with real consequences. Why would you want to do this thought, it seems a little, uh…" He bit his lip, trying to think of a way to phrase it that didn't sound insulting.

"At odds with my usual artistic flare? Lots of reasons. I'm good at it, for one thing. And another because this part's fiddly and dangerous there are lots of people willing to pay a lot of money to have someone else do it for them." She carefully fitted the last parts together, holding up the fat little disk. "Alright, your turn.

"If these aren't very powerful, why are we making them? Or are they coming back apart next?" Ezra laid out the materials, concentrating on copying what she'd done.

"Rookie mistake kid, it's not the strength of the charge it's what you use it for. One like this is perfect for frying a control panel, or pack it with a potassium nitrate and sugar shell and you've got a smoke bomb to fog a whole airfield. Bigger's not always better, especially when you have to worry about getting yourself away from the blast." She watched, ready to correct Ezra at the first sign of a mistake. "Wrap that wire another time around, it would work like that, but if it comes loose you've got a dud."

Ezra nodded, not looking up from the delicate work. It took a few more corrections but finally there was a second disk beside the first. Outwardly there was no sign that one had taken so much longer and was not nearly so neat and pretty on the inside. "So if they're not useless, now what?"

"Now comes the fun part." There was a very good reason they were doing this planet side and she scooped them both up, fitting them inside a thin metal shell she'd made earlier. "Want a long timer to plant it or set it for impact?" Sabine walked them both farther from the ship where a broken crate was painted with an Imperial logo and target.

"You don't think it would be smarter to save them for later? I mean…"

"Nope, not how I learned. First time you make it you get to test it, see right away if you managed to make it right. "

"Then impact." Ezra grinned, fiddling with the bomb to switch it to the pressure trigger.

"Perfect, go for it."

Ezra took aim, activating it and sending it flying. Where it hit the crate it erupted in a blaze of orange smoke, curling up and away.

"Perfect." Sabine launched hers before the smoke had a chance to clear, greenish blue smoke blossoming from the center. "I added the colors, but the boom is all yours, wouldn't have gone off otherwise."

Ezra didn't seem to mind, still grinning. "So are we done?"

"Almost, we still have to clean everything up. Protective gear stays on until it's up" She warned, seeing the hand going for the goggles to get a better look at the slowly clearing smoke. Ezra made a disappointed little groan, but left them on as they walked back.

Everything was checked over and carefully packed away before they both started back to the ship, an easy quiet between them as they waited for the ramp to finish lowering.

"So what did you think?"

"I think…" Ezra grinned a little ruefully "I should probably leave most of that to the expert, but a few more lessons and I could get good enough to help you out with some of it. At least hand you the right containers and tools without handing you the wrong ones or having them blow up in my face."

Sabine laughed at that, starting onto the ramp. "Sounds like a plan then."

Author Note: I want to give a little note about this, sometimes I get ideas for little slice of life moments that don't really fit in with anything else. It'll be a collection of short scenes with no real plot, and thus I don't have a regular update schedule planned.