The armor had become an ever growing aggravation to Eath. The ill-fitting suit swayed oddly while she walked with the mostly empty case dragging behind her. The sight seemed to cause the aliens a great deal of suspicion as many believed that she would become aggressive at any moment. Oh how she wished she could change into her less intimidating garb, but finding a place to do so with so many aliens swarming around was absurd. Their ever growing curiosity compiled with the discomfort of the suit and a nearly empty stomach had her wits at their end.

She had had no intent to keep the armor or the shotgun. They were merely tools to aid her in exiting Tuchanka with as little harassment as possible. If she could only sell them both off then she would be a little better off. This turned out to be a fool’s errand as it had become apparent that any number of expensive licenses were required to sell either. Seemingly, the best option would be to dump both and be done with it.

The best laid plans…