"Damn... What size pants and shirt are you? I know a guy who can get some stuff to us quick. And that guy can supply the overkill." Nat was referring to the seven billion nation of war that her father had ties to, and the ten thousand men that were given to him as a parting gift when he left. The gear she could supply Chloanne wasn't on the same level as Ling had for sure, but she would be damned if a laser rifle and insulated jumpsuits weren't good gear, and the standard track suit given to women for lounging wasn't at least bearable. She felt bad for Chloanne really, which was saying a lot considering Nat just roasted people and did heroine most of the day.