“That /would/ be a mild heart attack. How’d it get stuck in the armor, then? Aren’t you wearing it under the bodysuit?” She reached up and fingered the medallion.
“Nah; I was working on the Mark VIII, not actually wearing VII. The chain got caught on the gauntlet and the clasp snapped.” He reached back to hook one finger in the back of the chain, tugging lightly. “Haven’t actually replaced the chain yet; it’s just held on with a paperclip right now.”
“I’ve got lots of chains, I’ll go get you one.” Summer didn’t really wait for his answer, just turned on a heel and bounced off toward the elevator. “What colour?”