"Nothing wrong with a good pair of surgical pliers," Yamato replies, shaking his head as he packs up the surgical kit again. "Although if I'd known you had something better than that, I would've used it instead."

He hums a few bars, and his armoured jacket -- a rather unassuming thing that looks more or less like a bottle-green motorbike jacket with a hood -- appears. He slides it on quickly.

"Ready."