Haamata te Pouri

[homin-Ratione]

“Perhaps there could have been something worth hauling all this way, ya know? You and your power armor, could have dragged that whole damn truck with us to sell for scrap.” From Ratione’s shoulder, Janna slowly waved her hand over the wreckage the duo was now travelling away from a high speed. “But noooooooooooooooo! You don’t give a shit about that do you? I don’t think you’ve had to worry about resources once in your life, have you!”
 
“A few times, but not for long. It’s hard to fall low on things like weapons and transportation when we don’t use boomsticks or strange machines. Just food. And parts.”
 
“Nah nah nah!” Janna turned around in her perch, bare feet deftly gripping the few sharp corners the armor had, before poking her finger into the Novan’s visor. “I betcha top dollar you don’t even know what the hell is going on with your suit!”
 
“Just that it keeps me alive and I can punch through solid steel plate.” The veteran continued taking accelerated leaps toward the pairs’ original destination. “I’m running low on power though, soon enough we’ll have to leave it behind.”
 
This information elicited a sudden and different reaction from the yordle. “Well... if that’s the case, yer gonna have to ditch soon as we get through...”
 
Ratione slightly tilted his helm towards his companion, “Why?”