Vargas watched it go. Then, he turned away, mildly surprised at the complete lack of anger that he felt. Was he mildly irritated? Of course. But at the moment he was aware that V-Ruby-One had... issues, with its element.

That, after all, was what he was trying to rectify; and he'd leave any further judgment until after it returned.

He could only hope that his "brilliant" stroke of inspiration actually made some form of difference. And if it did... well. He'd need to find something to pay the Blacksmith back with, because he imagined this would be one hell of a job for him.

For now, at least, the problem was in someone else's hands: and with that in mind, and a weight off his back, Vargas turned toward other duties.