"Comrades still look out for each other's wellbeing. And when working in such circumstances, we're supposed to act as a unit. We do well enough to watch each other's backs, but that is only a part of it. We must understand each other's limits as well as ability."

It would have been better to have thought of that before they'd set out, but then their original mission had only been to observe and identify the transports and their routes. Tech tilts his head back, watching the rain spatter against his lenses, running a wet hand through equally wet hair. Eventually, he pulls at the band of his goggles, slipping them and the lenses off of his head. They won't make much difference at the moment anyway, and the initial coolness of the rain does feel good.

The tint of the lenses doesn't take much away from the warm brown of his eyes, although they still might be difficult to see at the moment. He swipes the back of a sleeve across his face. "It's not much difference," he says, head turning towards Rokuro. He tips out his goggles, turning them outside-up in his lap so the rain won't gather too much in them.