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''He's just a poor boy, from a poor family~ SPARE HIM HIS LIFE~ FROM THIS MONSTROSITY!'' Plays from the speakers near the airlock as Keaton and Scott aid Lillian and you in suiting up for your spacewalk to adjust one of the primary antennas.

"Jesus Scott." Lillian hisses with a cringe as Keaton assists in placing the helm of her suit into place, making the necessary adjustments. Scott checks your equipment and vitals, doing as he did with Lillian only a minute ago.

"Excuse you madam, Queen is nothing more than a masterpiece and will always be a masterpiece." Scott stated with a lilt of exaggerated sophistication, hanging onto a rung from the ceiling to not drift away completely. Keaton shook his head as he opened the first pair of shutter doors for you and Lillian.

Lillian snickered at Scott's comment, tightening her helmet before nudging Matteo's arm as a go-ahead to float inside the airlock for decompression. The first shutter door slides closed, the pressure of the oxygen leaving the room safely, the second shutter light door turns green to head out for the space walk.

"Which would you guys pick? Hug a Whisperer or listen to Scott's music?" Asks Mari over the intercom, shuffling through her CDs inside the control center of the station. Keaton mutters a clear 'oh boy..' under his breath as he hooks the two safety tethers to you and Lillian, leaving the area and closing the first pair of shutter doors.

The second pair of shutter doors opens to space, and Lillian leads you outside to go find the malfunctioning antenna — the static cleared as an answer came through.

"Honestly? Whisperer. I've heard Freddie sing more times than I've seen Marilyn sort through her disks, and that's saying something." Lillian grumbles pointedly, looking down at you as if assuring herself that you're still attached to the ship.

"And you?" Lilly asks curiously over the comms, turning her head back upwards to face the antenna.