I might as well be already. I'd kill to have it here, even if the fusion core wouldn't last. Having to bunk with kids is just insult to injury, but I'd chaperone them for the whole rest of the trip if it meant having my suit back.

[ He sighs. Wishful thinking. He's been making do well enough without it, in any case, and the teenagers aren't even that bad, just...abundant. ]

Anyway, you know I'll never pass up a good pre-war story. Secondhand or not.

[ He leads the way to his truck, duct tape in hand. He thinks he would really have liked Nate, from the little he's heard. He never knows if it would help or hurt to say so. ]