She doesn't need to say much further as she indicates the former placement of a suppression band. Donnie tenses at the reminder, effectively chasing away the eager smile he'd worn.

"O-oh, yeah. Soldier-classes are pretty clunky," he says, pushing past those uncomfortable thoughts. "Having them march is kind of dumb, what a waste of their mobility." He snorts, checking the heat. "-that's good, keep it at that level."

The turtlekin adjusts the thick gloves on his hands before picking up a dented metal plate with a thick pair of tongs so he can apply it to the heat.