Turning back to Lillith, Grey watched her slowly struggle into the suit. He speeded up the process by stepping up and helping her, showing her the little knick-knacks that set the suit apart, making sure it was sealed and ready to go. He coughed experimentally a few times, glad that he didn't have to have the helmet on yet. He made sure his voice was cleared, and then told her, "I helped design the ship we're on, and the pods that we'll be going down on, and the suits we're wearing. I just happened to also designed weaponized versions for a third party; NASA, NSA, and the CIA didn't like that much."

After helping her into her suit, he crossed his arms and looked her up and down, a mirror image except in height and bulkiness, and for the face. "Damn, I made them look good. Okay- the majority of the ship doesn't have artifical gravity- that's what the suits are for. We're only awake for a day before we're going down into the planet, which is currently unnamed- if we live, it'll likely be named after a combination of our two names, last name or first name. Anyhow, outside this room is zero-gravity- artificial gravity is costly. Expect to be unbalanced. Likewise, the hallways will be curving downward- we're technically on the outside of the ship. In Deep Space, it's unlikely to hit anything, but now, the chances of something piercing the rooms that we're in are increasing tenfold- thus, our helmet could save our lives in case of decompression. Once we're done on the planet, we can make sure that we'll be safe from the atmosphere, and then see how likely we'll make it through the night, and then go from there." 

He gave the stranger that his life now depended on a smile, and slowly started putting on his own helmet, taking his time, making sure it was sealed and ready to go.