[OPENING EDEN. CLOSED TO ASSIGNED SECURITY/COMMAND/SCIENCE PERSONNEL]

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Indigo stands in the hallways, hands clasped behind her back. She doesn't pace, she doesn't weave or bob around. It's like she's a statue, waiting for someone to pass before her disdainful look. She's outside the Spacewalk's doors.

She doesn't expect that many people. Perhaps three Science personnel. Two or three from Security. Not much trouble. A small part of her wishes that more people were here to observe the opening of both the Spacewalk and Hydroponics, but the more logical part crushes that. If the creatures are dangerous, it would be wiser not to have any other crewmembers around.

So, she waits.

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[notlewis]

The chief of the science department had arrived to oversee the mission, and because he was currently trying to make himself as conspicuously useful as he could in case his job ended up in danger.

Luis was busily making notes on his omnicom and watching the preparations get underway, seemingly lost in his own little world.

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"Doctor Sera."

Grace's voice sounds a bit hollow and electronic, filtered through the speakers of her space-suit, but it's friendly. Luis is a colleague, after all. It's a bit bulky, but she's finding it easy enough to move around in so far. Her omnicomm is clipped to her waist by a short lanyard and her sample kit has been strapped securely at her waist. She's ready for this.

"Good to see you out of the lab."

[notlewis]

"Gracias, amiga, I am glad to get out and be useful for once," he said brightly.

Then he looked at Grace's outfit for a few minutes and made a face.

"Am I, er... underdressed?"

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Grace sighs, "You might be. We're going into an area that's been exposed to the vacuum of space. Now, I'd rather be in a suit just in case the containment fails and we suddenly find that all of our oxygen just got vented."

She gives him a slightly amused look, "Wouldn't you?"

[notlewis]

Luis paused for a moment, but his expression revealed the obvious utter horror her little "pep talk" stirred in him.

"Hijo de puta, I didn't know," he said, "Where I come from, the only people who go into space are American and Russian scientists and rich people with too much time on their hands. Shit. Where do I get one of those?"

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Grace smiles tightly, "Well, I'm an American and a scientist, so that gets me two. I dug this one up in Weapons and Possessions - you can probably find one there."

She glances over her shoulder. Awkwardly. "Maybe Indigo can help you."

[notlewis]

"Okay, we are not getting off the ground in here before I get a suit, then," Luis insisted. He wasn't quite sure what capacity he was going to be involved with this anyway, aside from overseeing his own department and possibly eyes and ears for the other command.

"I'm grateful everyone is for the most part willing to put up with me and all my backwards 2004 technology," he added as an aside, rolling his eyes with a smile. "I never thought I would be that department head."

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"Safety of the team comes before science, much as it pains me to say that," Grace quips with a wry smile. Then she's all business again. "Just try and hurry up. We want to get this done today, after all."

[notlewis]

"I'd rather see everything done safely than anything done in a hurry," he replied seamlessly, glancing back at his omnicom and adjusting his glasses. "I may not know much about what we're doing but I still doubt it will be improved at all by rushing. Though it will mean waiting longer until we go out for drinks later."

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"True." She pauses and glances over him again. "...drinks for what?"

[notlewis]

"I don't know about you, but I don't need an excuse to go out for drinks," Luis replied with a smirk. It was still somehow highly ambiguous whether or not he was hitting on her. "We can call it a celebration of a job well done and bring the rest of these guys along for the ride."

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"I can agree on going for a beer," Grace shrugged, "Let's focus on finishing the job first, though. We can have a celebration when we actually have something to celebrate."