Of course. Please, follow me."<br/><br/>Dwayne lead the way out of the airlock. He didn't like giving his back to her, but it was unavoidable it seemed. The EVA suit wasn't designed for comfort, it didn't fit her well and it wasn't designed for use indoors or under one point zero grav environments. The boost were heavier than they needed to be. In zero-g it was fine. But here, Dwayne could hear her foot falls like a small heard of live stock being lead to their chutes inside a bulk freighter.<br/><br/>He looked over his should and offered Anjali a reassuring smile and a small nod. Whether they'd used a surrogate or simply broken her out of an omniplex tube at the point of maturation like Dwayne had been, he couldn't say. They'd tweaked her genetics though, he was certain of it. Mixed ethnicities or not, nobody naturally born ever turned out to be as good looking as she was. He was much taller than she was. Her height only served to add to her appeal. It made her seem more delicate. Like she was just the right size for a man to press her against a bulkhead and have his way with her. Maybe that was sort of the point? Dwayne felt a little worse for having looked inward to discover that notion. She seemed willing enough to comply though. He'd take any measure of success with gratitude at this point.<br/><br/>"I don't have anything directly on hand. But Bianca can extrapolate you measurements from airlock security vid. I have an assortment synthetic fibers aboard in case the need for garments arise. I'm certain we can fabricate something more comfortable and more suitable than an EVA suit." Dwayne reasoned.<br/><br/>“<b>I assume my storage pods from the ship are on their way here?”</b><br/><br/>Dwayne cleared his throat without realizing it, "I'm sorry. I wasn't told about any storage pods. Survey, science and salvage equipment and software, a few technical tools. That's all been secured in the hold. I can have Bianca inquire about the storage pod's if you wish."<br/><br/>Dwayne lead her to what he used as a mess hall area. He loaded fat and protean into the unit along with some carbohydrates and fruit flavoring and fabricated one his favorites for her.<br/><br/>"Sausage, eggs and apple juice. It's not morning, but you have just woken up. Enjoy your breakfast." Dwayne offered.<br/><br/>He gathered synthetic fibers. Bianca had loaded the proper measurements into fabricator. Dwayne read over them for a moment.<br/><br/><i>Five hells, she's practically made to order. Ya, I'll take one piece of ass. Extra hips and rump. Top heavy. Hold the tummy. Thanks...What a dickhead!</i><br/><br/>Dwayne was beginning to form and impression what sort of man this Elder Srinivasan had been. So far he seemed the sort Dwayne might has pistol whipped out of sheer principle more than anything else. Rich, entitled, spoiled, superior, controlling, meglo-complex; he could've probably drawn out, pulled the trigger, reboarded the Rag Tag and slept like a baby. The fabricator rendered some simple cloths. Similar to what Dwayne word, undergarments included and boots like his, only not as heavy.<br/><br/>"I don't have much in the way of fashion software, but it's not an EVA suit."