"They are comfortable. I mean, didn't break mine in anywhere near as good as I got this suit worn in, but then, this one has had time to... settle, or whatever."

Reno shrugged, watching Mako muddle his way across the room to stare at the weird creatures. The donkey seemed to be doing decently well, but it was too early in the fight to be positive.

"The squirrels got little... squirrelly... hands, or whatever. I think they carry the bottles in packs. Or whatever a group of squirrels is called."