"Bet you're right," Devero says, nodding approval. "I've been thinking about ordering my jockey suit from back home for missions, but--" He grimaces, and hesitates, and then huffs a breath. "Won't do me as much good without something to jockey."

Boy he sure does miss his power armor, even after all these weeks.

He tucks the box under his arm, if only because it's just a plain brown box with his name on it. He grins toothily at them both. "I got a pet."