Watching other pilots wince slightly while securing their helmets made Bob smile: he’d long since had a port installed in his neck and barely noticed such a trivial sensation. Made it so much easier to process data this way, but that was hardly the issue here. Such stuffy things, these pilot suits. Bob’s natural paranoia constantly screamed at him that such measures were less for streamlined mech controls, and more a leash. Not even removing his sunglasses, he placed the helmet firmly on his head and secured it. Chortling behind his mask, Bob produced a tiny spider like create and sat it on his shoulder. 
“Let the experiment begin”