[And thus, the end of that journey. He frowns privately to himself as they approach the robots, shrinking in on himself.
He skirts away from any attempt at help from the robots, making sure his goggles and gaiter aren't shuffled askew in the process of the suit's removal. His hand is quick to the gaiter, tugging it high to keep it from slipping for even a second. The goggles get jostled up and his eyes are squeezed firmly shut until he can yank them back down. From his earlier excursion without the suit, there's some scarring around the frame of the goggles, but other than that, he's entirely covered right down to his fingers.
Secondary to all of this, he collects his bow and quiver, putting them back in place on his back. He turns to the man.]
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He skirts away from any attempt at help from the robots, making sure his goggles and gaiter aren't shuffled askew in the process of the suit's removal. His hand is quick to the gaiter, tugging it high to keep it from slipping for even a second. The goggles get jostled up and his eyes are squeezed firmly shut until he can yank them back down. From his earlier excursion without the suit, there's some scarring around the frame of the goggles, but other than that, he's entirely covered right down to his fingers.
Secondary to all of this, he collects his bow and quiver, putting them back in place on his back. He turns to the man.]
Now what...?