He grinned faintly, resisting the urge to pick up the sabers without using his hands, settling instead for bending to pick them up. He twirled each once in his hand, examining the hilt and the plating that made it up. Nodding slowly, his grin became somewhat softer as he addressed the Exile once more.
"Upgrades can be made," he said, "And fairly easily at that. Did you construct these yourself? They're quite well done." He crossed slowly towards the exit of the cockpit, weaving between the others as he continued to examine the sabers. "What are you looking to have done with it?"