Somewhere aboard the Prospect Horizon
Engineering

The Prospect Horizon, from no matter which angle you really viewed it from, was a goliath. That was an understatement, no less- to house 300 people, you needed a lot of station. And Ellie Tavistock was one of those crew, the Acting Head of Extra-Vehicular Activity floating through the Engineering department, looking over at diagnostics, and then at the Earth below. She always liked to get a view- right now, she could see the Horn of Africa, and the Red Sea as clear as day, sunrise touching their shores as she knew for them, it was a new day. She'd been up for just an hour, but she'd already eaten, and cleaned herself up as best as she could. Right now, she had a EVA to plan out, and the diagnostics she checked, was on the suits sitting to her left. She knew the crew would be over soon, but it was a simple process to plan out. It was about a four hour walk, and she'd gotten them about five hours, if the supply that they had would last them. She thought about sending out a drone, but that wouldn't do the job. This was more sensitive. It needed extended tool-work, and the drones were bad at that. Good at fitting things, but not at piecing careful components together with a combination of strength and precision. That was why she had the team she had picked. They could get more oxygen or kit from the airlock when need be- she knew that the crewman could feed it through quickly if the situation arose. But these shorter walks weren't half a surprise to Ellie, and somewhat, she knew that this would be a simple job.

In terms of clothing, there was a thermal shirt and cotton longjohns aboove some thermal underwear that Ellie wore, followed by a packaged liquid-membrane that almost fitted all over, as a coolant within the spacesuit. The latest model was far more efficient than anything that had been in the past on NASA's spacesuits on the ISS- rather than taking 45 minutes to labor over, it took a third of that time, and was a snugger jacket to wear. Other factors, such as the fact that you had to wear a diaper on this run, wasn't half surprising. The usual, even.  Ellie checked the last of the specs, before floating through the section, looking out the far end, at the Airlock, a snug but compressed area, then at the EVA suits. She reached above to grab a small radio device, something she knew would reach the right source.
"Calling the crew for EVA #57, for the Greenhouse Work to Engineering Airlock. Get yourselves down here within the next five minutes. Thank you." She said simply, in her regular calm voice, one that was neither too antagonizing nor positive. It was calmly neutral. It was a job to Ellie, not something she carried her whole soul through. Though of course, a hidden pleasure in her was always there, when she looked out at the Sea of Aden seeing a sunrise.

Putting the radio back, she drifted down, a little deeper into the bay, the crystalline white a complete difference to the black outside. She knew that it was going to take a hell of a while to get sorted- but she might as well begin. The rest would be here, as she got clad in her membrane, before piece by piece, working on her EVA suit. The flag of Albion sat on the left shoulder, with a patch of the Prospect Horizon, and her name. The suits had a distinct white and black, and were the latest generation of extra-vehicular activity spacesuits, being more tactile and easier fitting. She took the helmet off piece by piece, and slowly began to become clad up in the hefty EVA suit, a light object in Zero Gravity, but heavy back on earth. It felt strange, but this was life. Ellie knew that six years ago, she was still flying helicopters. Now she had enough experience to compete with some of the best that the world had to offer in Astronauts, and she was good at her job. Back in the UK, she'd gained a little fame, for being among the first British astronauts involved on such a project. Especially the fact she was close to clinching an important role, and was a female. Now that was a factor. But no less, she knew that it was nothing to change her mentality over. She was as much Ellie Tavistock as she liked, her husband and family liked, and probably anyone aboard the station did. Just that redhead that knew how to run a spacewalk, that was all. And she liked things the way they were. One of the men of Engineering threw himself through the gap, wearing a Italian patch on his shoulder, and having probably as neat a mustache as a man could get around here. 
"Fabio, good to see you. Got the crew for the walk coming over, I might need some help getting them sorted and into the suits, and you flushing us out. I've already run diagnostics on kit, I've been here for at least half an hour checking through each bit of it, and that's on top of what I know you said you did a few hours back." Ellie said, as Fabio, or better known as Fabio Lorenzo, the ESA's other contribution to EVA systems aboard this station nodded as he was looking over. The Italian was about 5"10, and had shaved short hair, with his distinct olive tone suggesting he was from south of Rome. Maybe Naples, even as far as Sicily- he was more Mediterranean than northern, yet his Italian accent wasn't something that dragged when he spoke. 
"Yes, I had a look for you, seems all good. I saw you're taking Dyatlov and King out, you sure they're cut for this?" He asked, as Ellie squrimed a little, still finding it a little tricky to fit in, as she adjusted her shortly-kept red hair, before bringing a hairnet out, with a white cotton snoopy hat going over, which left only her face and neck visible on her haid. She tucked herself in deeper into the suit, exhaling hard as she looked to him, the suit's helmet by her side at her sitting position. The fact that she could do this alone was pretty remarkable- usually, it took a lot of time and effort, but the way these had been made meant it was far easier to fit in. She had a knack- others, not so much, but she wanted Fabio to look over. He wasn't ultimately who she reported to, but Ellie knew that you respected the person who was flushing you out into the vaccum of space, especially with a team like this.

"They'll be fine. Dyatlov is just a little panicky, not as confident on walks as he could be. Russians don't usually have a knack for work outside like the Americans do. He has it in him, though. Shame Rousseau couldn't come, he's a good man to have; knows every bolt like he'd set it there himself. King, now he's a Scientist. I don't like having to babysit, but he's going to be there so I'll make sure that if we have an extra hand, we use it." She said, as she slid deeper in, checking the suit's arms and hands, the thick gloved hand responding to her reflex, as she fully dropped inside. Ellie knew that in a moment, she would be beyond the point of no return. The oxygenation process would begin, and her suit was hooked up into the supply, a tank in a panel across from the rack, that piped pure O2 through into the suit. It went in and the resultant CO2 was piped immediately back out- though this was merely an arrangement that got the user's breathing up to scratch. Namely, it meant that simular to how a diver would have the bends when nitrogen bubbles form in their blood, that Ellie didn't have them. And it almost felt like time, as she knew that once the others were over, the long half hour process would begin. People like Neil would be more than useful- he'd be able to sort the others out if Fabio was busy, and keep an eye on them. 

"I heard good things of those Virgin Galatic workers. Probably won't see them, but I think a handful of their group got put out on electronics on the Mars machine." She said, as Fabio had a look over the connector of her suit's chest and legs, helping secure up the bits that Ellie couldn't, as he got back up and checked over King's gear.
"Maybe. But you stay safe out there, Ellie. Always makes me wonder why you wanted this. I don't go out half as much as you do. You have a certain confidence with it." He said, as she chuckled, Fabio shaking his head somewhat at the thought.
"And it's why I'm Acting Station chief on spacewalks, Fabio."
"Yeah, but that's because Commander Ivanovich isn't about right now..."
"Say what you like, he's ill too. Fucking people catching a flu up here. They sent him back, I still can't believe that." She added, as Fabio nodded his head silently, still looking over Jeremiah's spacesuit, followed by Neil's. 

Ellie leaned back, feeling somewhat thoughtful, thinking. It was time like this you thought. About your husband, about family. She hadn't seen Ben in a while. And while she knew things were strained with him, he was happy for her. He was happy he had a wife that did what she loved, and while Ben was just merely an Engineer who worked in civilian aviation, they got along so well. She chatted to him whenever she found the time, and while it wasn't the same as being in person, this was a long distance relationship that was still afloat. Long distance, meaning, it was literally hundreds of kilometers out of his world. Maybe she would give this up. Hand in notice when she returned from this. Retire, just become a housewife. Something normal. Not some astronaut, living what Ellie once had considered a fantasy. She said to herself she'd join the Fleet Air Arm of the Royal Navy, and that was her life, as a helicopter pilot. And yet this fantasy was so real. It was strange, but it was only a glimmer in Ellie's mind, as she exhaled, looking around at the suiting area.

Right now, Ellie waited, knowing that when they arrived, they knew the drill. She'd briefed them earlier, and told them precisely what was happening, and how. She wanted no problems, and knew that any last moment things, she could get across whilst they were getting their suits on, and their helmets. Then it would truly begin, and they'd be no longer able to just run back to this. Their blood would be purged of nitrogen bubbles, and they'd be getting used to breathing pure oxygen for the next few hours. It wasn't anything that different, but it had a different taste, almost like Gunpowder. Ellie sat on, looking over as Fabio floated above, configuring the diagnostics of the compartment's 3D Printer, as Ellie checked the internals of the suit's electronics. The HUD would function, as would the heating, coolant and the suit's oxygen, and sealing system. Good. She knew hers was good to go, as she stayed strapped down, fully kitted up, bar for her helmet. It would be time soon enough, to get going.