"Enough information for what?" Rokuro's eye is only half-open. Voice soft and drowsy. The soft pitter-patter of rain hitting the jungle canopy above their heads is soothing. If it weren't so cold and dark, and they weren't in the middle of a mission that has already claimed multiple lives, siting beneath a tree like this with Tech might be pleasant.

His tired eye flicks up to Tech's face, intrigued by the time, effort, and care he puts into maintaining his goggles.

"Why do you wear those? Is your vision poor?"