He hated the distortion armor. The effects were nauseating. There was a joke, "How can you make a boring drawing into a picasso? View it from inside distortion armor." Add to that the heat and the eventual stink that would build up. Put the engineers who designed this thing in one for a few days, then there would be some improvements! Still, it had saved his life more than once. He knew that inside, he practically invulnerable, and he had a job to do. It was time to suck it up and get on with it.