Earlier... Omar noticed something between the way Lyla and the Captain were interacting or, rather not interacting. Something had happened. Again. He'd ask after the mission. No need to press buttons now and make someone emotional, which would then lead to a mistake. Omar just hoped that wouldn't happen anyway. Now... Omar was back home. Hopefully that didn't get him and his crew killed. It had been years since he was back last, but chances were there'd still be people around which might recognize him. He pulled on his EVA suit and strapped on the bag he'd be taking with him. His firearm, the restraints, blowtorch, and a few other odds and ends they might need for the mission. He then repeated the ritual of checking of seals and equipment that the others were doing. "Good luck, sesata" he said to Lyla as she entered the airlock. "OK, amigo, let us know when we clear, ya?" he called up the ladder to Tadgh.