Day wasn't exactly sure about Rhylaen's suggestion. It could have been seen as a symbol of trust or even gratitude, but considering how the alien's presence alone demanded the use of the suit, her fragile human self would probably turn into a popsicle if anything went wrong. A pessimistic outlook, maybe, but she wasn't use of anyone dead. She could have turned the offer down, but as she exchanged a look with the man, she inwardly groaned. Well, if she was going to die due to the elements, then hypothermia was better than heatstroke, she supposed. No escaping this, she needed to do the right thing and just agree to it.

"Can't argue with that logic," She mused, placing her notes down in an orderly fashion. 

There was no hiding her wariness as she would take the suit originally offered to Rhylaen, taking note of its size. God, this thing was bulkier than what she liked, her preference for comfort over practicality nearly taking over; but if it got the job done then she supposed there was little say in the matter. It didn't take her too long, only stopping to tie her hair before it would get caught in a zipper or something, but once she was finished, she realized the smaller alien had a point. She certainly felt like an alien in this thing.

"Ready when you are," Her muffled voice came out.