Ichigo looked him in the eyes, the uneasiness she felt fading away. She placed a hand on her enormous bosom, made more prominent through her tightly fitted combat suit, and took a deep breath, nodding before making changes to her halo.
As he waited for her to be done, Sam raised his left hand and looked at the small orb he held in it.
It was the size of his palm with a closed metallic surface covered in a white color with green lines drawing complex patterns on it. Several thin cords extended from it and connected to a crude bracer wrapped around his forearm, something that seemed much less polished than any piece of tech ready to be taken to a real battlefield. He tapped on its surface and a small translucent green panel appeared in front of him, visible only through the glasses he was wearing.
