They don't, although there's recently been some progress with coping with it. Temporary transport back to your home dimension is possible. I don't know if I'd recommend it if you aren't a guild member.

[ He's openly mistrusting of the guilds, no secret there, but it's more than that. There's an underlying disdain. Tim's made a hobby of looking for firsthand sources that aren't official guild press releases or prepped interviews. It's so hard to find anything that hasn't been scrubbed cleaned; that alone is worrying. But they publicly committed crimes against humanity back in the day, as far as Tim is concerned, and no one cared. He wouldn't join them if they put a gun to his head.

The wave to the newcomer, Warlock, stops abruptly when he melts onto the blonde's arm. Tim's eying yellow and black circuit pattern over with a sharp, curious expression. He doesn't even how to express the question of what he just heard saw. ]

Is Warlock you, yours, or something else entirely?

[ Rude, but Tim has seen amazing technology and armor in his short life, and he's never seen anything recon droid or armor function that fluidly. ]