Biff chuckled at the others joking around as he pulled on his flex suit, it was like finally being back in his rig, but only slightly, the old memories, the feelings, the emotions, he used to live in one of these, hardly ever took it off, and so it was relatively cathartic as it finally pulled over his bulk up to his neck. He flexed each arm one at a time, and smiled, nodding in satisfaction. Checking the suit, he confiemed the stims were present, and activated, he almost took a hit of Kick right there and then, old habits die hard.

Next he gathered the Hardsuit, and what weapons looked good to him, he too took an assault rifle, but also picked up a mean looking machete like blade, this would come in handy if it came down to it, though, if they were outside of their suits and it had already hit the fan, there wasn't much it was going to improve.

Racking the slide partially back to check the chamber, he saw brass and nodded, let the slide rack back on it's own with the mechanical pop he had learned to love, and missed, and then tapped the bottom of the mag to be sure. Old habits indeed.

Lastly, he grabbed and rigged some mag clamps onto his exo boots, always handy in a pinch.

Looking to the others he added "You lot need a period of instruction on how to use one of these things?" he asks, obviously joking, grinning from ear to ear.