"Luckily," he added, "the fail-safe didn't do what it was designed to. This should've self-destructed the whole rig. It didn't. That gives me room to work."
Her brows raised, barely.
"The pins here," he went on, pointing to the collar and upper chest segments, "connect straight to the body's major output lines. Nervous system routes. You move, you think, it fires—that's how the suit runs. No battery. No backup cell."
"So it runs off a person," she said.
"Not just runs. Syncs. Pulls from whatever they can give it."
She gave the suit another look, slower this time. One finger tapped along the collar.
"But that doesn't explain everything. This kind of design… even I wouldn't try to mass-produce it. Too specific."
Silas nodded once. "That's what I'm thinking. They've got lower-tier versions. You've seen the ones the Scouts use—external ports, slower response, all that noise. But this?"
He gestured again. The render rotated.
