In fairness to them, the pair was trying to think up a solution to this sudden conundrum, but Handy had tuned them out. The very idea of having to willingly part with his armour was… strangely frightening for him. Sure, it chafed and pinched and cut away here or there—it was never fitted properly to begin with—but that damn thing had saved his life on more than one occasion, vampirism be damned.