"Please," she whispered, "just take it off! I know you can survive in this atmosphere-" His voice like velvet sliced through her words; "I'm not sure you're ready." "Ready for what?" "To see what lays beyond the mask."
Sleeve has time, something written on chest. Black to blend in with obsidian. Bring hubs & guns. "What's the guns for?" "You can't possibly think we're the only living creatures that gain access to the hour do you, love?"