Holly focused her helmet lens on the weapon, sending a photo to her
computer database. Moments later a hi-res rotating -D image of the gun
appeared in the corner of her visor.
“Sig Sauer,” said a recorded byte of Foaly’s voice. “Nine millimeter.
Big bullets. One of these hits you and even magic can’t fix it. Other than
that you should be all right, presuming you remembered to wear the
regulation above-ground microfiber jumpsuit recently patented by me.
Then again, being a Recon jock, you probably didn’t.”

-The Arctic Incident, Chapter 3