"Yeah, sure." Part of South, a small, overpowered part, thinks this is not at all what should be happening right now, but she's reaching up to remove her helmet without a word of resistance, and sets it on the table before unclasping her plated gloves. It's not a quick endeavor, especially alone, but she goes about it one piece at a time until she's standing there in the black undersuiting.
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