He was in the suit, sans breathing apparatus and gloves, tapping away at his laptop and frowning at the screen. Newton's nerves were already frazzled and he was doing his best not to add to it- and obviously not doing a wonderful job if Newton noticed his unease.

Because in reality he wasn't alright. His stomach performed a flip-flop every time he thought about just about anything going wrong, and his chest tightened with anxiety to think of Newton connected in any way to the Precursors.

"Yes.. yes, of course. Are-" And this was it, wasn't it? Hermann swallowed, glancing around to both Kang and Qubit. "Are we all ready then?"