"More than seventy percent of the Earth is covered in water," Motoko replied, double-checking the compressed-air floaters that would keep her from dying a very quick death under the water. That done, she snapped the lines around herself and looked to the rest of the equipment. What she was wearing would do for diving— it wasn't as if she bothered with a great deal of clothing to begin with.
SCUBA would give them as much time as they needed to have a look around— and Motoko's shell couldn't hold enough oxygen to make holding her breath a worthwhile endeavor. She held out one of the rigs for Sheeana, wetsuit and all, having made sure of the pressure and estimated her size. All told it was at least a hundred pounds, but she lifted it as if it were no heavier than a paperweight, "Here. Put this on."
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Date: 2010-04-07 02:32 am (UTC)SCUBA would give them as much time as they needed to have a look around— and Motoko's shell couldn't hold enough oxygen to make holding her breath a worthwhile endeavor. She held out one of the rigs for Sheeana, wetsuit and all, having made sure of the pressure and estimated her size. All told it was at least a hundred pounds, but she lifted it as if it were no heavier than a paperweight, "Here. Put this on."