Oh, so I was hearing that right. [How the hell did the translator manage to catch that? Is it just making up that pun?

That's too many questions to get into when his brain's still scrambled. He puts down the cloth, and takes the... wristorative.]

Your homeworld's got some pretty fancy tech. Or is this one all magic? [He starts to put it on, and then pauses.] Does it need skin contact to work? This stuff's armored. Kind of. [He gestures to his blacks. It's not great protection, but every little bit helps.]