[ Alayne is still peering when Chuck asks, her eyes darting sideways in his direction as her chin remains craned. She wears an expression that says perhaps she should not have spoken, if only because RIGs were a thing of science and Alayne's understanding of such matters was poor, bordering on simple. The last thing she wanted was to look stupid in front of Ranger Hansen.

No doubt Isaac would explain it better. ]

There's a light that glows from Isaac's back. Its color changes as his health waxes and wanes. [ She recites the words as they were taught to her; tenets that bare the simplicity of a child's nursery rhyme. ] Blue is best, green is go. Yellow is caution. Red, you must take slow. [ Alayne's lips press together at the mention of red. She'd seen it only just the once and never wished to see it again. ]

Engineer Clarke is a very clever man. He could assist you with your suit, if it please you.