Inside was a thick, multi-layered suit and visor made from tough metal. Sunshine began pulling the protective clothing on right over her grease-stained repairman uniform. It was bulky and smelled like a new car.
"Listen up," Vortan said, helping her tighten the straps. "Pyraeth is hot. I don't mean summer day hot like in your world. I mean 'melt the soles of your boots' hot and burn you alive kind of hot. If your gear is dislodged even for one second, your lungs will be set on fire, and you will die."
Sunshine looked at the boots Nine was helping her change into, they had a soul made of some kind of material that she had never seen. "Are these..."
"Safe?" Vortan interrupted, "Yes they are, but even with this suit, you're going to feel the heat. It's going to be uncomfortable, and you're going to sweat in places you didn't know you could."
Sunshine did not like the sound of that.
