"Aw, Solo, I didn't know you cared." Of course he's getting teased. And shoulder-bumped, albeit gently. She's touched, even if the Exo never quite knows how to react when her friends here worry about her well-being. Ghost always advises her to take it as a compliment. It does feel sort of nice, in an odd way. Like her existence really matters to someone outside the confines of the Tower.

Still, what's to worry about?

"So- all right, this is a little embarrassing," she admits, as if her rueful tone and every inch of her body language wasn't saying it for her. "It was running fine until I got this idea- uh. There's this power I can call on, for battle. The way I always used to do it, I smash my fists into the ground and lightning just explodes everywhere, it's amazing, sometime I've gotta show you-" Wait, getting off-topic. She lowers her hands from miming explosions.

"Anyway, I just learned how to channel that power into flaming hammers instead, so I figured I'd try it on a Sparrow. Problem is, when I do that it gets really, really hot and- well, you see." Blaze looks down at the sad immolated remains before them, and can't help the dry tone in her voice when she finishes: "Turns out, if you can summon the fury of undying suns... don't do it on your bike."

"The drive core definitely doesn't like it."