[He wants one. Rosinante is already a tank of a man, with his high tolerance for pain and broad-shouldered, very tall build. Just ask the kid, now a grown man, who's waiting for him back at The Invincible - he carried Law miles through mountain snow while bleeding from multiple gunshot wounds. He can take a lot of punishment and you goddamn bet he would love to surround himself in a cool plutonium-powered robot suit because that's just badass.

Right, though, he did tell Law he wouldn't be gone too long.]

Depending on the parts you need, and how easy it is to improvise, it might be better to do that until we figure out how to target exact worlds. There are others here who are good at technical things too, so you might ask around for help once you have the supplies.

[He finally settles on one of the swords - lightweight and a bit short for his personal liking, not so much a cleaver as something that will take speed and precision. Ought to suffice for its purpose, so he picks up a sheath to slide it into and then stands to attach it to his belt.]

I'll message you later and bring you to the lab, all right?