She shivered.
Lorran placed a hand under her chin and forced her to look up at him. She hadn’t realized that she had been staring at her feet. “All is well. Your suit will protect you from extreme temperatures and supply all the oxygen you need. Smoke will not harm you.”
“But falling debris?” She remembered his words about the suits not redirecting the force of a blow. If she got hit, it would hurt.
“Return to the shuttle,” Mylomon ordered.
“Finally, an alien talking sense,” Wyn said.
“Follow me,” Lorran said. Wyn grabbed her hammer and followed.
Smoke had grown thicker, but something in the suit kicked on and she had x-ray vision. Well, night vision. The corridor had a green cast, and Lorran was a figure in front of her. Smoke still clouded the screen, but it was much improved.
She
