"Somewhere that is not a desert would be nice. I'll be fine with flying as soon as I get a chance to recalibrate my systems here..."

The faceplate slides back down into place again. From inside the suit, there are some beeping noises, and a hum like a fan starting up then shutting off again. Then a pleasant, if computerized, chime, and the helmet flips open once more.

"Okay! I think we're good."