He added a note to the notebook, and nodded. "Just chest protection then. Seen before, has to do with 'normal' balance and your powers not compensating for something not in the hands."<br/><br/>He was sitting at a work bench by a pair of crashed cars that the minions had hauled out of the RV using what appeared to be stripped down Altus mechs, carefully pulling the engines apart to get to one of the pieces within. He glanced up at the voice, and sighed, before standing up. "Yes, if you are looking for Junkyard. Or a junkyard."<br/><br/>It was a tired joke from DOMINION, but he still reflexively made it.