[Her smile fades, and she looks serious for a moment. She lets her gaze deviate, settles on watching the stars while she speaks.]

You just haven't been shown how yet. Carpentry is hard. [Then again, she's not talking about carpentry, is she? She lets go an inch, or two. She murmurs, to herself almost,] We're good at more than destroying things, making bombs and bullets and shooting them.