New worlds can be dangerous...
EVA took another step toward the launch bay, stopped, and put her hands on her hips. A strand of her diamond-blue hair floated in her large helmet. She ignored it, but accepted the soothing effect of its nearly inaudible song. The hair of her people looked like silk, but was as coarse and musical as a violin bow across the strings of life.
She wasn't the only colonist considering the launch bay opening. Fifteen meters wide and ten meters high, it was large enough to accommodate one shuttle at a time. With her left hand, she reached up to check the neck of her environmental suit. The alloy bands protecting the seals looked and felt new. The helmet visor was so clear she could believe it wasn't there.
She dropped her hands, but hipped them a second later.
"Nervous?" Jax asked from her left.