"Ah...of course." He brings you over to the mineral scanner, plugging in a small cord. SEED script runs across the screen after a button press. There's a pulse of energy from it, and the display is -- blank. "This is a good mineral scanner. Refurbished. Runs exactly the same-"The screen glitches, before returning to display nothing of note. Its duty done, it shuts off.
The gas masks range from simple contrapations of filter paper to the heavy-grade Crusader gear that is standard issue. "Crusader Gas masks -- good for dangerous caves or dust, or chemical weapons."
The portable foundry has an electric powered forge to heat small amounts of metals to process them into ingots. It has a blower to pull oxygen in or out, depending on the process. There's a sturdy anvil, another heater for shaping metal already in ingot form, a collapsible barrel, you assume for water or oil. It also contains a welding apparatus and a number of chisels, swages and dies, molds...so on. It also comes with a leather apron and a pair of protective lenses. Among the materials, you note, is a number of powders and chemicals -- "Barker, Crusader, and Insect ash and bone dust."
The solar panels range from [1m] by [1m] to an entire portable array with multiple connections. SEED technology, judging by the high quality and use of bioplastics.
When you near the mechanical limbs, the man grins wide, "A curios! A good friend of mine raided in the SEED lands. He slew a great demon there, and brought back the limbs." Your stomach turns when you reach down to brush away dust and debris -- the Thornton's Thorn is etched into the metal of a plated bicep.
"And this came from a friend -- a Priest was in the wastes and needed food. Clad in heavy robes, he traded this odd box for food. It clicks near places of bad spirits. Odd--someone left it on." He switches the clicking machine off, smiling wide.
"What do these spirits do?"
"They can cause sickness; hair loss, stomach -- some can rot the skin from your bones! Protection from them is incredibly important."
"Should I be standing so close to you?" Rekhyt grins, snatching up the box and bringing it close to you. "It says [low danger, limit exposure to ten hours a day]?"