"Twice, hell, three times," Rick said. "Let me do that, Peter." He methodically adjusted the virtuality helmet’s interior webbing for Alex’s narrow skull, then set and wiggled it onto Alex’s head. It felt like having one’s head firmly inserted into a lightweight plastic bowling ball. "Now see, if you want a naked-eyeball look, the faceplate just hinges up like this.... And feel that com antenna back there? Don’t snag that antenna on the left-hand spar there, okay?"