Jemarr nodded to Anastasia and watched her dash off to get her armour and weapons. His encounter suit served as his armour, so he had very few preparations to make himself. When he heard the details of the boarding plan, though, he quickly changed the suit's pressure seal settings to optimize for external vacuum, and activated the magnetic walking program for his boots. His suit always monitored the contraction of his muscles, so as soon as he tried to lift a foot, it would disengage the magnetic coils for the corresponding boot.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, he was standing in the cargo bay, his suit carefully linked to the Normandy tether. He had heard - indeed, had told - more than enough horror stories of quarians losing their tethers on EVA operations and floating away into the void, to be anything other than perfectly careful in zero gravity. He had been outside the Kesselyn during his education and twice for ship maintenance duties, but he had never done anything like this.<br/><br/>He listened to Anastasia's advice, giving his friend his smile-gesture in return to her reassuring smile. He watched the grapple line shoot towards the freighter, the line spooling out behind it. His helmet helpfully supplied a quiet<em>clang</em>in his ears as the grapple made contact with its target, though of course there was no real sound in the vacuum of space.<br/><br/>Jemarr watched Anastasia fly along the tether, once more admiring the lieutenant's grace and courage. He stepped over to the second grapnel and was just about to clip himself onto the line when Anastasia's alert came. "Bosh'tet demons!" he snarled, dropping to a crouch and hauling out his sniper rifle. His boots sealed themselves against the floor of the cargo bay as he fired a burst of radio jamming static at the freighter, hoping to disrupt the geth's hive mind communications while he looked for a geth target.