"Oh! That sounds useful." June's long since started taking Val's toddler genius in stride, but it's nice to know she's a thoughtful little girl too. She takes the control suit from Val to shake it out for examination. "I don't know if I'm qualified to work a bunch of complicated flight controls, but a control suit sounds a lot -- "

June's eyebrows shoot up in politely stifled surprise, her lips pursed. Silver lame catsuit indeed. She probably ought to have known better. The general design works just fine on a three-year-old, but on a woman pushing forty? June considers it a relief that with the full coverage of the power armor, no one will even ever see her in this thing. Probably.

"...Nicer," she finishes, somewhat faintly.