Mica made quick work of zipping herself into her suit, a task that still felt monumentally significant to her even after all this time as part of an established and organized crew. A few years ago, she never would have guessed that suiting up to walk through the deadly black would become a normal part of her life. Skipping from rock to rock on small shuttles within the same system was about as much space travel as she was familiar with, up until she was recruited. She had done it a few times now, that cold, controlled float, but the understanding of what could go wrong in those few seconds between vessels still sent chills up and down her spine, and the sensation of being suspended in the maw of the sky still made her stomach do flips, even when it was only a few weightless steps from ramp to ramp.<br/><br/>Brigette seemed to be the only other member of their small boarding party who was experiencing any kind of nerves, which Mica found oddly comforting. It was good to know that she wasn't alone in her feelings of trepidation. She hung back, as always, just behind and to the left of Bridgette's shoulder, and took a deep breath before locking her helmet in place.