[ hmmm. momo is over by the engine of the vehicle, concentrating, but... ]

My sensors indicate the issue isn't entirely mechanical...before the failure, there was a strange energy reading that didn't match anything I've seen before. I'm sorry, but...I don't think I have any useful data to offer here...

[ she sounds entirely apologetic about the matter. it's one of those moments where the observational realian programming is more apparent than that of a girl lost to her parents, although the sad expression is probably admittedly more of the latter than the former. ]

Um...we should probably stay with the vehicle, right? [ she'll go with whatever you want, even though momo is uncertain of the wise nature of like. leaving the vehicle in the middle of darkening night. ]

[ momo doesn't mind being a crash test dummy, and she's used to piloting mecha stuff anyway! so she signs on to this easily enough. it's probably less interesting to watch her do it since there's little flailing, but after she takes off the suit she's more than willing to discuss things. ]

I'm not sure, but...I think there are probably a few improvements that could be made. Um, that's just based on the things I've driven back home, though. None of those suits were quite like these, but if some of the same things were implemented...it might help out?

[ cooking? sure, she'll give it a go. momo seems to be trying to make some sort of fruit salad. it's mostly just a matter of cutting them up and mixing them together, right? ]

Oh, hi! I'm sorry, I'll be done making this in a minute if you wanted the kitchen. Or did you want some fruit salad, too? I don't mind sharing.