"Alright."
Leaning on the attentive service of the dead spirit technician, Ryan squinted toward the distant docks bustling with ships and proactively called for a halt after successfully breaking through the encirclement,
"If we go any further, it might draw attention, so let's park the powered armor here. Thanks for your help this time."
"..."
*I really didn't want to help with this... but did I have a choice?*
Watching as the Duke flipped out of the cockpit, the unfortunate Golden Retriever bit back his words repeatedly, eventually choosing to comply. He resignedly adjusted the controls, preparing to head back, but then...
"Wait, don't take the powered armor back."
"Huh?"
"The battery of the powered armor... I mean the energy module, is useful to me. Help me remove it."
"But... without the energy module, I won't be able to drive the powered armor back. How will I return?"
"By boat, isn't the dock just over there?"
"..."
