She tossed the robe on over her shoulders, covering the armor. The helmet came next, sliding into place with a slight twitch of her neck. It closed over her face, then the obstruction seemed to vanish from in front of her. It was as though the entire interior surface was a screen, projecting the exterior so well that she could only tell by touch that she was wearing a helmet at all. “Damn.” She looked around, twisting quickly to test the projection. There was a slight blur, almost imperceptible. “The ISMU was holding out on me. I’ve never seen anything like this.”