"Doesn't matter," Dorothy said, rising to her hooves as well, though she didn't get any further than that. She stared down at the computer, then back at herself, apparently trying to figure out how she would carry it. "We do. Forerunners are dumb as old bricks. I'm sure the previous crews gathered all the data I'll need to put together a Biosleeve safe from the hazards of this planet. Though... it does concern me that they're apparently serious enough to kill our predecessors even when they spent most of their time in this base. We're supposed to be shielded."