<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/bwelbD2.png)</div>Name: Haykriss Sokorra (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2273707)<br/>Location:<em>Fate's Fortune:</em>Cargo Hold<br/>Time: Unknown<br/>Tagging: Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>Haykriss took the offered suit from the Twi'lek, shaking it out and holding it at arm's length to get a good look. It certainly wouldn't be the most comfortable vacsuit she'd ever worn. In fact, considering its shape and previous occupants, it might even be worse than the emergency vac exposure training in the flight suits back at the Academy, but lacking her old external life support unit, it would sure beat sucking vacuum.<br/><br/>"Good idea. I'll make my way over there once we're steady and I'm not going to get blasted. I don't particularly want to take an ion cannon blast." She flipped the suit over, sliding open the seal and stepping into the foul-smelling thing. The boots were massive, and that was just the beginning of her problems. She wriggled one way and another trying to settle the excess bulk somehow, and managed to twist around inside the spare space to reseal the suit. She kept the helmet tucked under her arm, delaying as long as possible the moment she'd have to seal herself entirely inside.<br/><br/>"If you all have to use Gamorreans' suits, you'll want to be giving us shots anyway."<br/><br/>With a new burst of squirming, she pulled an arm back inside the suit from the sleeve, and after another bout of wriggles, her blaster popped up out of the extra neck space, where she retrieved it with her free hand. With some careful wrangling, she was able to get it settled into the large glove of the suit. "You might actually be<em>able</em>to cram two people into one of these, if they're both small," she said with soft surprise.