'Be careful, you might find dirty film in there." Yousef tossed over his shoulder as his body finally cooled enough to zip it back up.  Mea had been right, he would need a new suit.  He just couldn't get it to zip all the way up... sitting upright and trying to suck in his chest as much as possible, he failed miserably and it zipped back down of its own accord as his ripped pecs flexed with a breath.  He swore under his breath and tried again.  And again.  "The world is just not built for man of my size."  and he stood so possibly he could get a better angle on it, but still failed to reach the top lock that would keep it up.<br/><br/>Looking around he realized everyone was watching him, and he couldn't help but make another joke. "See, even the amazing body armour is no match for Yousef.  Nothing can handle me." flexing once more as the zipper fell back down.  He waited for the laughter to stop and he admitted to himself that he needed help once more.  "Your right Major, I need new suit soon." and he looked forlornly at her, like a kid with a broken toy would look to his mother asking her to fix it.