"Doesn't need to be ammo to be a weapon." Attaching a new head to the shaft, one that would probably be better for his doppleganger than Gretel's crossbow, Hansel started a new pile of arrows to the side, while Gretel and Sam looked through the scavenged stuff.
Raising an eyebrow slightly at the pair of them, Hansel just shook his head with a slight eyeroll. It made sense, he guessed. He was the more socially inept of the twins after all.
"Pretty sure at this rate we'll have every piece of scrap there is though." Considering the way they were just collecting what they came across by now.