Dutifully, both the older doctor and Evan pulled a close-fitting visor and helmet ensemble on over their heads, sticking their necks out from between the seat harnesses to secure it around their necks. They closed with a vacuum-sealed 'shuuup' against their skin, the sound of their breathing becoming that much louder as the helmet worked to filter the gaseous air for their human respiratory systems.

Eurydice was once much more favorable to the human race, but time and corrosion had clearly taken its toll. Apart from that, the lack of fauna or any vibrant color whatsoever outside made it clear why its chances for recovery were additionally slim. Slim lines of neon light - wherever they accented machines and uniforms, were the only things that stood out against the monotonous backdrop now, and even as the Circle shuttle touched down, settling on the ground with creaks, like a heavy, settling house, not a blade of grass swayed. Even the dust was too heavy to kick up.

Evan unlatched his harness first, almost immediately out of his seat once it was deemed safe by the pilot to do so. He stood up and stretched, clearly enjoying the option to free up his long limbs again. He turned to Bentley, though his face was barely visible now through the reflective lens of the orange-tinted visor. He looked like just another helmeted face. "Don't puke in your helmet either. For your own sake, this time. You do not wanna be stuck for the entirety of this mission swimming around in your own stomach contents."