"Mmm. Hence the kitchen" She'd point it out. Small thing, tucked away in the back, clearly designed for one not very adventurous woman, but it had a few cupboards and a kettle. Then, looking over at the cyberbear, Egwene gave a smile and saddled up to it.
"Well, Anti-Tank weaponry is a big problem. It's heavy, cumbersome, and the ammo to pack it is a shit. Which is thrice as terrible for solo operatives like me and you. So I designed this thing to be sort of a combat mule. It carries ammo, rations, backpacks, a wounded soldier, and the heavy AT gun. So Solo operatives like us can not get trounced by any Armour and squads can move quicker" She'd nod, with a grin.