It's pretty dark, and Exo faces are hard to read even when they haven't been reduced to the twin glow of their eyes flickering as they blink. Still, there's a bit of a pause, like Blaze is having to stop and think how to reply to that.

"Nah," she settles on, aiming for cheerful flippancy. "I guess they forgot to install that module back at the war machine factory." She catches Ghost peeking at her above the grass when she looks back his way, but he quickly gets back to scanning the area. Blaze shakes her head and paces carefully after him, eyes on the path. From the description, she's more likely to crush the toy if she goes blundering into the grass and she has some sense, occasionally.

"Think I get it, though. Kids get a lot of comfort from things like that. Especially when they've been through as much as your kids."

"We're happy to help," Ghost agrees quietly. Blaze picks a safe spot to keep an eye on him and scour the bushes carefully while the conversation turns back to their own troubles at home.

"Yeah, it's... difficult. I'm doing my best to teach them everything they need to learn. Combat skills, repair work, dancing, all our history and traditions... It's all important. Those skills will keep them alive out in the dark. And the fireteam has to cohere. But each of us has to learn to walk our own path, too."