Sarah eyed laser briefly, before smiling coldly.<br/><br/>"Fine," she said, "but if I see it first, you're S.O.L."<br/><br/>She laughed and turned back to her suit, reaching in and to the side of where it sat open. She produced a small device. It was about the size of a poker chip, with a polished steel casing, and the same orange-red glow that lit the suit's eyes. She tossed it towards Kaneda.<br/><br/>"I'll circle around and meet you deeper in," she said, "oh, and, push the centre button if you manage to get yourself into real trouble this time." There wasn't any centre button, or rather, the centre of the chip was a button. It wasn't anything complex, just something her suit could track at a range. It was meant for co-ordinating with regular troops, or for any of another thousand uses she could think of, after all, her suit could track it for a very, very long distance.<br/><br/>She stepped back and up, once more, the suit embracing her instantly, and sealing with a slight hiss.<br/><br/>The suit turned down the highway, and began to walk. It picked up speed but remained at a sort of jog. She wasn't in any hurry, she could catch up to the flying platforms, after all, and the highway had been, by far one of the more interesting landmarks after the blast. Street level was devastated, cars, bikes, trucks, it didn't really matter. If it was in the path of the blast it had been destroyed. The highway on the other hand, stood up quite well. She winced inside her suit. Her cracked ribs were still painful, and although the rest of her injuries were no longer visible, since the suit had gone about fixing her clothes as well, she knew she was bruised in quite a variety of places. Her back showed almost nothing now, just a few healing scars. However, she well knew, from what her suit could easily tell her, that she had internal bleed, fractured bones, in addition to her cracked ribs.<br/><br/>She felt the slight pinch at her back, as the suit slipped its needles in. She immediately felt better, though that was for reasons that didn't necessarily help her heal or pilot. Still, it was a welcome relief. The suit was basically dialysis machine, so, in all reality, it had quite a bit of her blood inside of it at all times, though, given that it put in as much as it took out, it wasn't any harm to leave the suit for a while, even if its carefully calculated dosages of painkillers and various other medications she didn't have the qualifications to identify, wore off in short order. She didn't really have alternatives, the suit would eventually restore her back to health, and the consistent supply of food from her association with the Dancers was certainly helpful on that front. Still, she couldn't help but wonder if there was a soft bed or a proper doctor left in the city.<br/><br/>