Chapter 11Sartre sat cross legged in the hallway. Alex and Owen stood, waiting for Sartre to complete his inspection.
“This BoPET suit I’ve sewn looks good.” Sartre took out some space tape to patch areas where the seams showed. He did the same for Owen. “How does it feel?”
“Fine,” Owen answered.
“Yes, it’s fine,” Alex said.
“Well, it should be more than fine. It should protect you in case you have to leave the ship for a few minutes. It’ll keep you warm, and the exterior of the suit will bounce back any radiation. Now, let’s go over the instructions I gave, but instead of me repeating them, I’ll both ask you both to tell me, one at a time, of course what the steps are.”
“Okay,” Owen said.
“You go first,” Sartre placed his forefinger on Alex’s chest. “What’s the first thing you have
