Imagine being a normal regular normal eridian scientist. And one day rocky saviour of erid, freak of a rock but still saviour so I guess it's ok, comes to you and asks you to find a way to make a better xenotite suit, one that's skintight and soft so that one would be able to feel touch through it, and stretchy too especially in the abdominal opening. And you start to cold sweat because what the fuck. And then rocky saviour of erid say it's for fucking the alien grace. What the fuck. And then Adrian, sweet clever composed respectable citizen, mate of rocky asks for one suit as well.