"The one I had was cracked, but it still pointed North." As far as he knew. It at least consistently pointed a direction, it didn't spin wildly about like it had just stepped into a bunker and didn't know which way was up anymore. He watched Kira move and then offered over the tool with one of the flat, square edged chisels attached.

"It's for sticking up people's noses and pulling out their brains." There's the tiniest quirk at the corner of his lips when he says it, deadpan serious though his voice is. Once upon a time a scientist in one of the camps had told him stories about vast expanses of wasteland that were scorching instead of cold. He couldn't fathom it, but he remembered bits and pieces about mummies and massive pyramids that towered up into the sky like the partially buried skyscrapers of the ghost cities he wandered through. It all sounded like bullshit to him. Just a story to tell kids to make them feel warmer in the deep freeze of night.

"They're carving tools for wood. You use them to cut and shave in details or drill holes. Makes creating wood screws easier." Which was just the practical use, but in his mind it was the only use people besides him would care about.