"That's right," He says and nods, swallowing a mouth full of bologna. "It's called a Drivesuit. I'm a pilot."

That fact is nothing secret. Sure, it doesn't inspire quite the same awe as Blake's suit would but hey, we can't all be a super hero.

But actually, now that he's thinking about his suit and warming back up a little he can feel the all too familiar sting of electrical burns across his body. They rub every time he moves, he's wet from the waist down from trudging to land and, come to think of it, what exactly was he planning to do about it. He can't live in his Drivesuit forever.

"I'm gonna need to get outta this.."