Neil leans back on his hands, contemplating his mobile suit, which is sitting about ten or fifteen feet away directly in front of them.

"To tell you the truth, I'm not sure anymore. Back in my world I could've rattled off all the numbers in my sleep, but she took a hell of a beating and the repairs got stalled when my mechanic turned into a newt. I think she still flies, but I wouldn't want to bet on how fast."

With a shrug, "The targeting system still works just fine, though, and I know Steve fixed her beam rifle first. She's a sniper suit; on a good day I can vaporize a basketball at a hundred kilometers. I haven't been having too many good days lately, so it's probably closer to fifty for a shot that precise."

And with the right equipment and both eyes he can hit a target in geosynchronous orbit, but that's irrelevant right now.