"Help yourself."

Worth celebrating, that.

"You could wear it now if you wanted but I'd keep asking for bits back to make changes. Wouldn't hurt to have a trial fitting though."

"Awesome! Can we do that now—" Pause. "After the cake?"

"Yes, we can do that right after the cake."

So there's cake, everyone's happy, Glam has to man the console and remotely patrol, and Rewind's bouncing with excitement.

The suit's in Lorica's workshop. "Here you go. If you start putting it on it'll help, you'll get used to that."

"Help how?" she wonders as she starts doing it.

The armor answers: it snugs up when it's been correctly located, and bits attach to each other. "Like that."

"Oh, cool!" she says, and finishes putting it on.

"There you go. It's impact cutting, you're probably fine to run around even on a recently healed leg, give it a whirl."

She tries jumping.

The suit can't predict-and-amplify her as well as it can predict Lorica, because Rewind doesn't have implants, but it's easy for her to touch the ceiling and she lands lightly.

"How do I fly?"

"...I explained it's not point-and-click. But now that you've mentioned it the bot knows you've got flying on the brain and you should be able to kick off, and it'll get easier as it learns you better."

She tries jumping again.

And this time she winds up hovering about a foot off the ground.

"Woo! This is awesome!" She tries leaning forward.

The bot understands that! It propels her forward at a nice sedate inside-Lorica's-workshop pace.

"Eeeeee!" she says, trying to turn around and go the other way.

She swivels in the air and goes the other way, veering slightly anywhere she turns her head towards or looks at for more than a moment.

Her movements are a bit more expansive than that, using her whole body to turn, and doing so in a zigzagging fashion akin to the way she moves on the field.

The bot picks up on this after some practice.