What a good distraction. What a good Koumyou. Devero smiles gratefully at him, relaxing palpably as he lets out a breath. Then he turns and catches Koumyou's hand, towing him over to the edge of the stage. It's raised a few feet from the floor below, so when Devero streeetches a hand out into the air above, he's marking a spot a good eleven feet above the floor. "Something like this tall, maybe a few feet taller," he says. Next he spreads his arms out to max extension and flicks his fingers. "About this wide across the shoulders. It's a Beetle class, so it's not the biggest exo I've ever jockeyed, but I've been with it longer than any other."

And Babysitter is his, in a way that his Guard-issue SC-ORP090K unit never was. Babysitter's got aftermarket upgrades, courtesy Techstead's labs, upgrades that he helped install and test himself. He's been its jockey for years, trained with it and learned with it; it's truly become a part of his hardware-self, as much as his personal Interface.