(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/HildaGarde3Bridge.png)<br/><br/>The two waiting for them as the docking ramp clanked down were a pair of contrasts, even as they were both in environment suits. Boushh's suit was bulky, the helmet awkward and conical. Ghost's armor was sleeker, thinner, the sort of thing one might expect of a cyborg ninja. Of course, Boushh had their arms spread wide in welcome while Ghost had his arms crossed and was tapping his foot, anxious or nervous.<br/><br/>It was practically a ticker tape parade, except without the parade, and the ticker tape. But there was confetti! Ghost had a little hovering drone scattering it above the heroes' heads as they led the group along the zeppelin's exterior, it was a little impressive how long-suffering a robo-exoskeleton could look without ever showing a face. There was a cold wind at this altitude that whipped through the makeshift parade and sent the confetti flying; Tabs might have wanted to button up (or maybe not, if her idiom was worth a few goosebumps). Another helmeted bounty hunter streaked by them on a jetpack, presumably on his way to happy hour.<br/><br/>Looking at Ghost, Darclight's sensor suite wasn't fooled by the exterior: there weren't any life signs inside the armor, instead there was a steady stream of subwave communications feeding into it. A remote-controlled exoskeleton? It was definitely a Stormwatch model, but Ghost must have put a lot of time and money (not to mention practice) into precise teloperation to get it to present such a thorough facade. Ace might have noticed it as well if she took the time; but of course not having the same shared history, she didn't have quite the same breadth of context.<br/><br/>"So before I drive my friend here batty..." Boushh began, talking over Ghost's objection of<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">"but you just did it <em>again</em>!"</span>"let's hurry and get this done. Oh, if any of you need to make an urgent phone call, the comm suite is the next room over. Don't ask me who thought of that one."<br/><br/>It was time! The presentation room had popcorn and drinks, and little chairs and an imitation of an old-fashioned movie projector hooked into a laptop which Ghost magnanimously assumed while Boushh started drinking cider through their helmet with a straw. Environment suit manipulation level: coffee-mantis-tier.