A hull of this size should have enough to store anything we should need. [She looks at it.] And enough that can be emptied if it can't be utilized. [Lexa is aware of supplies to some degree, not just from her people—because they are always dealing in limited quantities—but because of what happened when the people came down from the sky. It was part of why they returned to Mount Weather, and earned the feigned ire of the Ice Nation.

Now she looks on, eyes steady, as she recalls this.]

And if not, then someone who claims to craft weapons may be able to craft something with a lid.