"Good. Always a good start." There's a smile in the light alto. Bel pushes off gently from the hull, a quicker start than necessary to make up for letting their own line pay out gradually on the way, the slight friction reducing momentum fraction by fraction. If timed right, Bel should glide almost to a stop within Elizabeth's reach.

"Remember where your line is?" An odd effect of suit-to-suit transmission is that their voices don't grow louder as they approach each other, but Elizabeth can see Bel moving her way if she looks. (Possibly upside down, from the slow rotation her movement gave her.) "Don't fight the vacuum. It sounds corny--" especially back home to galactics who already expected pop psychology from Betans -- "but the first thing you have to do out here is relax and be one with the ship. From a physics standpoint, you're all one unit right now."

If they didn't have the tethers, that would be another story -- but one in which relaxing would also be important.