"Damn!"

Jacob stares at the mangled lump of metal before gently taking it in his arms, holding it as though it were a fatally injured soldier arriving too late in the infirmary. "I can salvage it for scrap- or maybe give it a funeral. That's about it, though."

He touches what was formerly the weapon's stock, which presently looks more like an alligator's chew toy. Then he looks up at his new crewmate, hoping this isn't going to be a regular thing with his weapons. "What happened?"