"Yes, I think I can find our way down through the hull corridors."
"There are guards outside on the rocks."
We had seen them through the dome windows. But there were not many, only two or three. I was armed and a surprise rush would do the trick.
We donned our Erentz suits.
"What will we do with the helmets?" demanded Anita. "Leave them here?"
"No, take them with us. I'm not going to get separated from them!"
"We'll look strange going up to that signal room equipped like this."
"I can't help it, Anita. We'll explain it, somehow."
She stood before me, a queer-looking little figure in the now deflated, bagging suit with her slim neck and head protruding above it.
"Carry your helmet, Anita. Ill take mine."