"Oh, good lord, yes. You<em>can</em>manage one, but one big enough for a single person, for a few seconds, takes more effort than that one just took. You'd hardly be up to a robbery, if you passed out as soon as you entered the target's building!"<br/><br/>"C'mon, you can just take it off," Kerric interjects, with a grin, ducking the pillow that Milia tossed at him.<br/><br/>Gidget took the suit and scurried off down the hall towards the engine room, likely where she keeps all of her tools. The lounge falls quiet, as Kerric finishes up making breakfast for himself, and Milia finishes her own meal, looking like she's just about ready to crawl into bed and sleep for a week. Just as the mage looks like she's about to nod off, Gidget returns, having found the time to dress while working, and offers the suit back. "According to the programs, it's rated for temperatures up to forty degrees, without issue, and as high as<em>sixty</em>degrees, for short periods. That is some quality craftsmanship, if I may say so!"