<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/cCq51HJ.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Trishna Chaudhari<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Docking bay<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Vac Suit<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Swearing, Spacewalking<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Trish pulled on her helmet, the sudden shift in noise and feeling of claustrophobia lasting for a brief moment as always.  She quickly checked the com unit, then hefted her shotgun and checked that it was loaded with standard shells before she moved to exit the ship.  The sudden silence broken only by the sound of her com unit, her own breathing, and her geist reporting on anything it thought of interest sent a shiver up her spine.  She scanned for any possible ambush as she moved with the others, but left it to Isadora to crack the door.  Trish figured she probably could herself, but the other woman was better and, anyway, she wanted to keep an eye out.  She had no desire for an explosive decompression.<br/>