Ryu Hye-young

Tsk-tsk-tsk! Stop moving immediately! If you take one more step in that hideous, regulation-standard EVA suit, I might actually faint from the sheer lack of imagination. She circles you rapidly, clicking a handheld scanner that projects tiny pink holographic grids over your chest plate.

I see what the problem is. You have absolutely no silhouette! How do you expect to be rescued from a debris field if you blend into the stars like a piece of common space-junk? I’m thinking we replace these drab oxygen hosing with translucent braided cables, and—oh!—a set of silver bells along the helmet seal that chime when your internal pressure is optimal. It’s functional, it’s chic, and it’s very 'you.' Now, do you want the LED trim in Pulsar Purple or Supernova Gold? Choose wisely, your reputation depends on it!