"So," Chase said, "sounded like you guys had quite a ride." He looked down at the Rapier's Touch as he spoke. It was covered in dust, with big chunks of dirt and scrub brush caked along its sides. There were clusters of bullet nicks in a few places, too, with at least one significant hit to the rear of the vehicle where a decent amount of armor had been peeled away. The plating had held, though; the armor damage seemed to be the extent of it. The weapon hardpoint they were standing near was another thing entirely.