Given her family's profession and long list of enemies, Val's baseline for "dangerous" was set disturbingly high. Besides, she was three and every small child thought they were immortal, anyway.

Behind her goggles, Val's eyes changed focus from the lines of data scrolling across the lenses to June's face, the readout clearing as she did so except for the inset in the corner reading out June's vitals, and crosshairs over her head and heart.

Oops, left the targeting system on.

Val blinked and pushed the goggles up to rest on her forehead. "Yeah. I made you a set of armor. It's nothing special, but you have no powers and there are enough bad actors here that giving you a force field generator and flight capability seemed like a good idea."

Apparently flying power armor counted as "nothing special" to Val.