Shinra at least made resilient vehicles. The thing's taken a beating since even before Sephiroth got his hands on it and then crashed it through the countryside at top speed repeatedly. That the only thing badly damaged is one door, tons of what looks like bullet holes and a fender is astonishing. "No, definitely not. My planet is a ... unremarkable little backwater in the middle of nowhere. We're not aligned with any interplanetary corporations."

Just the one on the ground, which ran everything.

There's no tailgate but this doesn't prevent him from climbing right in to fetch the small collection of tools he'd been gradually growing with each stop. Half are the wrong measurement, he doesn't know what 'imperial' is but metric seems obvious and now he's got some of both.

A wrench or two. Hammer. Pliers. Maybe there'll be something useful in all of it, dragged to the back for easy reach. "Probably for the best. Are you capable of feeling sensation in the .. silver parts?"