You stand in front of you locker. If your hand trembles in anticipation, you wouldn't admit it. The man-made material blend which makes up the cloth of your jumpsuit feels almost foreign in your hands.

This is the first time you're wearing it.

You step into the uniform one leg at a time.

When you get it pulled up to your waist, adjusted to be snug against your calves and thighs, you hear stomping behind you. Equius stands there, staring silently at you as he his known to do.

"What can I do for you, man? If you've come to wish me luck... I sure as hell don't need it. Unless of course it's a certain kind of luck."

You waggle your eyebrows and flirt carelessly. He never seems to take you seriously but sweats buckets anyway so what can it hurt to have a little fun with him?

Equius: Wish the pilot some luck