Sarah sat, the bottom section of the opened cockpit of her armor sitting between her legs. The armor never shut off, its power source seemingly inexhuastable. It wasn't, of course, but it was close. Even now, every inch of the formerly shiny machine's armored exterior sucked up sunlight and heat. It really was a masterpiece, as she was, had she ever really considered it. Its large torso was leaned back, as though it was about to swallow her.<br/><br/>She looked down toward the camp on the highway, wondering if she ought to rejoin them. She pressed a hand to her side, wincing momentarily at the still-cracked ribs. Her suit was black, shined, a polymer that served as a garment and as a kind of protection, though, besides a pair of straps the top section only covered her front. The was, evidently, a good reason for that, as, a trio of tubes ran from the suit to her back, small needles running into her. The suit could heal, monitor, and maintain its pilot, an ability she'd had ample opportunity to test since the blast.<br/><br/>She sighed, seeing Kaneda talking to Jasper, and Jasper consequently heading for his own vehicle of choice. She slid back, pushing back, and settling her legs into their extremely well-fitted grooves. The suit closed over her, plunging her briefly into darkness, before her new eyes opened, and the suit funnelled its view of the world to her eyes. It was only partially visual. What sat in front of the suit's "eyes" was as plain as day, with a few filter options. Everything else, things that got picked up elsewhere became a kind of wireframe, that she'd become extremely good at decyphering into useful three dimensional information. She ran the suit to the edge of the building, and lept. It sailed well past the highway, crossing it and careening into a building on the opposite side. It slid twenty metres or so before she got it turned around, and jumped again. This time the jump was steeper, and slower, and the powerful legs of her suit hit the highway pavement with a deafening crack.<br/><br/>She let the suit keep walking towards Kaneda, as she opened it up once more. It stopped walking as she stepped deftly out of it, her seeming to barely notice the dismount, though it wasn't surprising, as the suit was close to being a part of her. She certainly had parts of it in her.<br/><br/>"So..." she said, catching up to Kaneda, "what is it this time, hmm? Spot some more, attractive, refugees?"<br/><br/>She didn't particularly like their policies, though it wasn't so much the moral implications, it was the women. She was military girl, and in her career, killing had always come with a certain, well, indiscriminatory quality. They needed supplies, she, needed supplies, but she didn't approve of the women. She was dearly hoping that one of the Dancers would get something very important to him cut off, but she really doubted how effective of a lesson that would be, at least to the others, she'd still feel satisfied that one man had gotten what he deserved.