<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 0, 0)">She held on to the packet he had given her, not sure what to do with it yet. <i>He keeps talking...why is my Not working ... wait...brain. It’s called a brain. Yes. Ok. Good. </i><br/>
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She inspected the package having decided to temporarily ignore his incessant chatter. It was a <i>he, </i>judging by his voice. EVA SUIT was printed on the package. The woman rummaged through the oatmeal of her brain for order, meanings, memories.<br/>
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E. V. A. She thought, fighting the nausea.<br/>
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<i>Extravehicular Activities suit. Oh, a garment of sorts. Normally worn over several other layers of clothes. He has a helmet on. </i><br/>
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“What disgusting stuff is on your faceplate, soldier?” She asked with a moue of distaste, “did you not learn to maintain your equipment?” She noticed then his recurring glance at her midsection and she looked down. By Shiva! She was naked!  The realization of why he had given her the suit, which was much less bulky that she remembered, set in.<br/>
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“Oh” she mouthed and looked up at him, grey-blue eyes round and wide, and then narrowing. “Turn around, would you?”<br/>
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She opened the package and stepped into the suit, the boots were too large, but for now they would do. Meanwhile she overheard him talk to a disembodied female voice. Good, a woman would have more sense than this dolt. The suit felt uncomfortable as it rubbed on her exposed skin and tender parts but she expected they would give her more appropriate clothing once inside the ship.<br/>
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She thought about the questions he had nattered at her earlier. Who was she?<br/>
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“I am Anjali Miriam Sarawgi.” She said to no one particular, it was just that she had suddenly remembered who she was.</span>