"You mentioned compression." This is and isn't like the armor, more freeform and imprecise until otherwise settled, but it'll work for the moment. York unfurls the large grey nondescript blanket and drapes it around locus shoulders. There's an almost leaden weight to it, and a small wireless control.

"You can adjust the density however you want. The doc thought it'd help me with my...issues but it just reminds me of lockdown paint. Kinda hate it."