"Apart from that," the corner of Togusa's mouth quirks up into a humorless smile. "It feels like I've done nothing else for weeks. Keeping an eye in the back of my head, worrying for my friends."

He frowns again, staring at the display of his own favorite things. The thing lingering on his mind isn't what he expects to come out of his mouth. "The Tachikoma got- damaged." He scratches at the back of his neck. "I almost said hurt, god help me."

"I don't know if Retrospec can repair the stuff they gave us."