With her safety line secured, Kasinda was ready to begin. “I’m moving over to Auxiliary One now,” she said. Inside the ship, Alex would be wearing one of the other spacesuits in order to communicate with her over the radio.
Her magnetic boots clung firmly to the surface of the hull, making walking an awkward process; she had to slide a leg gradually off the hull and move it forward, then set it down deliberately before she picked the other one up. She lurched about like a slow-motion ice skater trying to keep his balance.
It took her five minutes to glide over to the first auxiliary thruster. Bending over, she examined the plating at its base, then reached into her suit pouch and fished out the tools she needed. Each tool was attached to her suit with its own safety lines, just as she wa
