Psii's stomach dropped to his boots. He'd dreaded this, running into someone he knew even remotely. They were all told to kill each other. How the hell were they supposed to get around that? It was awkward all around. At least he hadn't had a vision of his death at the hands of a girl too blind to notice the eye-searing orange of her jumpsuit. He remained where he was, hidden—he hoped.

The spacesuit flopped like a rag doll as she tugged it, and he mentally scrambled to make it move like a floating troll should. Leg goes here, arm goes there.... Psii briefly raised one of its hands in a belated greeting gesture.

This was so fucking stupid. The helmet's mirrorlike glass prevented Terezi from seeing the lack of a face inside, but how long could he keep this up? He didn't want to run away outright, afraid of losing an ally. But he didn't want to let his guard down either. He crept slowly behind and let her frog march his spacesuit where she wished, hoping she'd get down to whatever business she wanted him for.