"...That felt wrong." He picks himself up, wincing a bit as he stretches the kinks out, and scowls at the plantsuit, plucking at it.

Kazami frowns, examining it. He wished Hongo were there, his elder was the scientist of the group. Not him. All he could tell was that it was pulsing, it felt alive. And he wasn't sure that was what he liked. "I truly hope that this isn't the only option they have on the ship." He glances to Kala, then looks away again. These suits were entirely too tight and telling, it was practically indecent. "...Should we just go up above? See who's there?"