Neil had that water and a bite to eat, and then he unfortunately donned the space suit once more. It seemed just a few hours ago he'd worn the thing. Refitting the helmet firmly atop his shoulders, he gave a light burp at the quick consumption of the provisions and he turned the comm on to get Junebug's attention. "Shut the door to the cockpit." He told her. "I'm juuuust about to make for the compartment area and fix the hull best I can. Copy?" He waited a few moments for confirmation. 

Once he was sure the coast was clear, he held onto the railing parallel to the door and used his free hand to release the hatch, letting the door slide open. It did so so violently it impressed him, and he felt the void yanking him in. He was glad his suit's magnetic boots still worked fine, and even with the immense pressure he walked steadily, closing the door behind him. Once the pressure was equalized, instead of being sucked out into space, he felt a weightlessness now counteracted by his boots. 

All that was audible was his breathing, and he went to work. "All clear. I'm outside the ship." He clarified to Junebug, beginning to reshape the rent metal, one gloved hand running over one of the immense marks left by the R.I.P. Beast. Hideously, he felt a slick liquid that clung to the bits of metal. The substance seemed a bit too light to be akin to most liquids, yet it wasn't a gas. It made him feel entirely uneasy, mixed with a feeling of intense interest. No one had ever witnessed one of the outer dimensional creatures and lived to tell the tale, save the Great Gideon. And even he was too disturbed to speak of such things, Neil had heard, the hero claiming it nearly shattered his sanity. 

"Let's think about lighter things." Neil pipped up to himself, welding and reshaping what he could, the advanced vacuum-welder working like a charm. He only lamented he had no tunes available to listen to while he worked. Instead he just decided to go over what had occurred the last two months, er, years. He'd need to get used to the time thing. Wait...he needed to call his mom! 

So engrossed was he in his work that he never turned around. Sayeeda would see... [i]it[/i] on the radar once it passed the stellar nursery of molecular hydrogen in the distance. An immense oblong shape of what looked to be polished stone hurtling toward Highlander general vicinity. 
[@Penny]