If her optics were not securely fastened in their position, she would have rolled them clear out of her skull and into the incinerator with her tolerance for the Bird Youth. Over-confident test subjects were of the more entertaining sort, so the Warden had come to learn over the course of her many years, but there was absolutely nothing enjoyable about this idiot. The bow was a nice touch though, mocking as it were. She elected to take that as flattering rather than outright rude for both their sakes.
"Faith suggests blind confidence in something or someone," she dryly replied, "and you'll find I have that here in startlingly short supply." Instead, she had a surplus of bad luck. Highly unscientific for her to think, but after one certain test subject, the AI had grown a little superstitious.
"As far as your obliterated suit..." The throne moved aside as the floor beneath her clicked open, panels shifting to make way for the suit she had prepared with the given data. Of course there would be upgrades. For him to even have to ask if there would be was an insult, though surely he knew he was a walking test drive. Dripping venom in her words, she remarked to him in a feigned polite tone, "I should just give you a replica of your old suit for saying something as idiotic as that, but I'll refrain."
With his assurance of maintaining his promise on his end of the bargain, you slowed the blueprint animation down to highlight a few key areas as you began to list off changes. "Since you're so worried about the issue of immobility, I'm sure you'll find comfort in knowing I've developed a new program for your turret aids to run by. They are now officially your personal dogs of war. Give them a target, directive, order, or simplistic mission, and they'll scuttle around to get things done mindlessly while self preserving where they can manage." A demonstration of this played on screen of course, displaying their wall climbing abilities and a weight system to ensure they land on their feet.
"The second significant change would be to your limitation in neurotoxin." The Central Core now spoke with a thoughtful curb to her monotone voice, visibly more pleased with her achievement here as she shifted the focus of the animation to a deconstruction of the chest area. "I miraculously managed to find a way to compact my own neurotoxin generators into your puny chest cavity so you may produce and renew your own supply of neurotoxins. Your options of delivery of the gas now stem into two options: the bombs, which you're familiar with, and aerating directly from your suit." Her delightful little animation showed gill like vents that seamlessly hid along his sides when not in use, opening up to expend the toxin How fun. She was maybe a little thrilled to see how it might function in a fast paced setting.
"I noticed it was an effective weapon, as expected. Hm." A finger was held up to her lips in thought, tapping idly as if debating. "...I feel I should tell you however, this chamber does make the entire suit into a death trap. Should you flounder and manage to get my suit demolished, it will expend neurotoxins to anyone in the immediate area. Devastating results I'm sure, though you would be wise to not breathe during that time."
"Lastly, as far as important points go, is you have two modes to service your needs through. This white shell," the Warden, designates to him in the animation of course, "suggests you are in heavy combat, and you will have full access to all that implies. Combat related functions. JARVIS will clarify those functions for you if you really need that lesson. However," the animation shows a rippling effect, as minute panels along the surface of the suit flipped in a wave across the full height, "this secondary mode is strictly for stealth.
"The rippling is simply the transition from Combat to utilizing a tactical cloak. In this mode, you'll have access to a few debilitating functions I've added, such as Solar Damping, but no access to heavy combat. Again, JARVIS can easily clarify where those boundaries lie, but I did so primarily to prevent you from messing up something as simple as sneaking around by accidentally firing off a missile. Nothing says subtle approach like a hole in the wall you were hiding behind."
"I realize this is most likely a lot for your tiny brain to process all at once, but I'd like to get right to you trying it on since you seem to have new appendages that I received no word of before hand. If I had known you were planning on appearing with clunky machinery on your back," she scoffed at him, very annoyed by this entire ordeal, "I would have made accommodations in the suit. Your poor communications skills with your private business associate aside, were there any questions?" Detailed but to the point. It was almost as if she didn't want him there but had little say in the matter. Funny, how that works.
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