[Colin frowns, setting aside the paneling. He looks around briefly, before looking back to the core.]

It's clear. I don't... someone either didn't know what they were doing, or they were in a hurry.

I... can fix the bull, and I intend to, but this is a lot of damage. This was a slipshod job.

[He exhales, and then a string of very unflattering curses referencing base elements, poor breeding, unnatural hell-scapes, and various forms of bodily waste spill forth from his mouth. He picks up several tools even as he continues to curse, and he starts to separate the damaged elements and clear away the battery alcove so he can remove the core. But he's not going to do that yet.]

I don't know if this will be of use to us. It's damaged too, I think.

Whoever did this has a lot to answer for. From the Ura, from the Gods, and from this poor bull...