It takes him about five to slip into the power armor undersuit and all, settling in like a comfortable shell. There's the usual pass of his hands over the upper left chest looking for bullet holes that aren't there as all systems go live and, yeah, everything's in order. Aside from minding his left D settles in the background, letting York handle this one on his own.

Easy enough.

He enters the sim with a jaunty strut, all tan and silver as he waves. "Do me a favor and don't take it easy on me."