Croach, who has been observing the exchange with one side of his brow raised significantly higher than the other, trying silently to decide if all humans are unfamiliar with the nature of dreams, helpfully speaks up. "She possesses the ability to alter the shape and composition of a small object to resemble those of another small object. It is a simple concept." And presumably one granted by dreams, right? Those silly human dreams. Oh, humans. "Human designated Sunshine, I would be under onus to you, were you to... 'transmute' a number of techno arrows for my use as well." He deftly removes an arrow from his holster, clutching it hopefully.