Higan couldn’t help but laugh as the man stripped down, having not realised he wouldn’t have some sort of padding or some-such underneath. He was down to his boxers, with printed dogs on them no less, and the sight was hilarious after the battle which had just been fought. Higan clicked one of the many support systems on his Mech, and metal ridges protruded from both sides of the Mech’s legs, obviously providing decent perches for men to stand on in relative cover. 

“Alright, hop on kid, I’ll carry the armour and we’ll see where we go from there.” Higan’s mech bent to pick up the discarded armour while allowing the smaller man to hop onto its left side on its leg before his vulnerable skin started to burn in the unhospitable environment. It wasn’t a very easy thing to do, his Mech’s hand was damaged after all, but he sandwiched all the pieces between the body and arm, and once Saanja was safely aboard they’d begin walking back to base, Higan spouting witticisms and bad jokes all the way.