"Everyone will be dripping everywhere," SecUnit points out. It considers the muddy jacket on its spot by the floor, looks at the relative height of Jack's current form and the muddy trail the fabric already dragged through its way here, and leans out of the Convoy to pick the thing up, shaking off some degree of mud. Then, holding it away from its own body and clothes, it starts down the hallway, expecting Jack to follow.
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