Ginny was exhausted, staring out into the void and that shuttle. When John called that it would need to be a catch, the spacewalker groaned into her helmet, glad that her comm wasn’t active… or was it? “Maglocks aren’t working?” she asked, seeming to assume he could land on the hull. Shaking her head as the ramp opened, the ranger would take out a cord from the engineering bag. Whipping out the line, she would spin it next to her before loosing it. The strong rope would be aimed true for the assistant pilot to grab and draw her in.