[riptide is out after anode, carefully holding wasp out so he can connect to the ship's hull. he's done this so many times himself he isn't afraid about pushing himself out after and into space, floating around for a moment.]
Ahh...! [internal comms so they can hear each other, even if everyone hates it.] Fresh air. I haven't been out since we did that comet surfing.
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Ahh...! [internal comms so they can hear each other, even if everyone hates it.] Fresh air. I haven't been out since we did that comet surfing.