"Is it? How big does something have to be until it's no longer wearable?" What if he wore stilts and trousers that were six feet long? That would still be 'wearing' them. (His mind is a bit odd, to say the least.)

"Ah, I understand: The mobile suits aren't made for long distance travel." He nods. Linhardt has to translate the concepts into systems he understands, like ships that can't carry enough food to feed their crew over long ocean journeys, but he can get there, "Hence the need to partner with somebody with a long-distance ship."

Yes?

"I don't know what radar or laser range finders are." Linhardt admits, "I find my targets via their life energy."

Which is actually easier in space. There's much less ambient 'noise' around.

"You're answering them fine. I don't know anything about space travel. I'm starting to believe that Fodlan is... drastically behind."

A nice way of saying that Linhardt is pretty sure his home planet is a backwards shithole. He doesn't like where he's from very much.