Ales nodded at Santa's suggestion. Better safe than sorry, he should say, though the ordeal of confronting his Shadow left him too tired to voice much of that opinion. He walked down the row of spacesuits, lined up from largest to smallest.

"Tarutaru-sized..." Ales muttered to himself near the far end. He'd have to take his hat off, obviously, but at least it could be stored in his hacking terminal. "There must have been a lot of people working here." He tugged on the suit before him and held it up for his viewing. "It still looks good."

He squeezed behind one of the teleporters, providing some sort of coverage while he took off his hat and slipped into the suit.