Someone distinctly not a Red Mage is sitting in a corner, mumbling to herself, "Rrrrgh, would you just cooperate, you mana-inefficient... I really need to pick up swearing at some point," as she attacks an errant magitek gauntlet with a variety of tools pulled out a leather overcoat. Most of the girl's plate armor is beneath the coat, but the pauldrons are worn over it, both of them bored with a series of large holes from where magical energy pulsates, and Aqua can spot odd strips of nickel running up the sides of her armored legs and stretching around to her back.

"Wait, hold on." Connie scrambles to her feet, turning to face Aqua. She might have a solution to her problem. "Could you do that again? Um, that Brasier spell. I need to see it again. For scientific purposes." As if to prove her point, Connie snaps some goggles over her eyes, fiddling with some dials on the sides.