The lizard shook her heads as he counted to two. Then one. Oh, gods, what was he going t--

She found herself suddenly sucked out of the ship and given a helmet. She was saved from having her eyeballs sucked out of her head, but [i]space is pretty fuckin' cold[/i], and the rest of her was still [i]completely[/i] unprotected. What's worse, her kind are cold-blooded. She begun even sticking her arms near the jet-stream and enduring the burns just try and stay a [i]little[/i] warmer. Her scales will heal, but not freezing to death is pretty important. And that's not even considering what other effects the vacuum of space woud have on her.

Thankfully, she survived the trip, and tumbles onto the ground as the atmosphere returns. She heaves and pants on the ground, struggling to draw in breath, despite the oxygen mask over her head. After a few seconds, she violently tugs the helmet off and tosses it to the ground. In a strange, garbled language, she starts yelling. "{Why in the name of the Maker did you do that?! Aren't you some kind of space explorer? I could have died!}" Her voice seemed hoarse, but it sounded natural to her, as opposed to the effects of any kind of trauma. She still seems [i]very[/i] out of breath, though.