Dimitri shot Brett a somewhat exasperated look as the power armor was shoved into his hands. He'd undergone the proper training to use the stuff and was more than capable of doing it in a method that could at least be considered efficient, however he was never a big fan of wearing it. Power armor felt clunky and restrictive to Dimitri, two things that, to a nomad, where to be avoided whenever possible. The bounty hunter sighed and pulled off his jacket, pouches, and holster before donning the armor. One this task was complete he awkwardly went about strapping the pouches back onto the armor and snatched up his revolver before tossing the jacket into Brett's trunk "[b]Here's hoping no one tries to carjack you while we're busy, eh?[/b]" Dimitri half joked.