Will laughs. “You can wear it for now, if you want,” he says, pulling it off his head and detaching the tether. If it'll make Angela feel better until things stop exploding for long enough to get up to the front and get her one, he doesn't mind. “It shouldn't even sweaty,” he says, holding it out to her. He's teasing – it's not sweaty at all, because the entire suit is designed to dry super quickly.
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