"Responsibility, protecting people, the physical training, the - respect probably. Being able to do something instead of run."

"Doing things is good."

"Yeah."

Walking.

"So, what are your luggage things?" (Wave at the things in question.)

"Pods. Close support units. They handle heavy ranged weaponry and long distance communication."

"I understood 'long distance communication'. How does 'heavy ranged weaponry' work they're so small. 'Close support units'?"

"That means they stay nearby and don't act independently."

"If we're trying to remain hidden it would be unwise to demonstrate their capabilities."

"...Can they act independently?"

She's not even sure what to say to the second part.

"I could hide us? Or we could try communication by mind a bit, though might not be the best idea at the moment.

Or we could wait till we find a place you like, I guess, there's not really a hurry."

(Though that sounds like quite a thing to see, even if she has no idea what kind of thing.)

"Pods more than one hundred meters from their designated YoRHa operative will deactivate."

"It'd be loud and leave a pretty obvious mark."

"I mean is there - some other type that - does? Can?

YoRHa?"

"I can hide sound. Probably do something about a mark too."

"No. YoRHa is the organization to which we belong."

"By mark I meant more like exploded trees."

"I mean, I could probably figure out how to hide that if I had to, but if someone happens to come by and sees an exploded tree, they're going to think 'Beasts' not 'metal people from another world who have superweapons and want to free mages'."

"Weeeellll... What do you think, 2B?"

"Okay then! You, uh, might want to back up a bit."

"Lemme know what area I'm hiding."

"Twenty-five meter radius around that tree." She points.

Sound muffling and obscuring and readiness to teleport if anything 

2B's Pod turns to face it, and a small tube extends from its bottom. Then suddenly, it flashes out rapid fire with a series of loud staccato bangs. A horizontal line across the middle of the tree is vaporized and the top half begins to tip over. A port opens in the middle of the Pod and a searingly bright beam lances out, cutting vertically up the section of tree that's still rooted. The trunk cracks in half and begins burning. A group of micromissiles jets out of the top of the Pod, impacting the top of the tree and exploding as it hits the ground.

Well that's kind of incredible. "Damn."