[The total shift in gravity and position catches him off-guard, and the next thing he knows, he's slamming into... snow. The landing is soft, but the wind is knocked out of him. He turns his head to look at the other person in the corridor.
Ah, this girl. She had briefly turned the eighth floor of the Tranquility into an arctic wasteland a few months before he'd been pulled from that ship to this one, and she'd posted to the network apologizing for it, rather tearfully. Other than that, he'd never interacted with her, but her presence had seemed... what? Gentle?
He looks at her when she asks after him. She has very light hair, blue eyes, pale skin... not tiny, but not physically imposing, either.]
I'm all right.
[He doesn't move to stand, but pulls his brows together in a slight frown, interested rather than disapproving.]
[hallways]
Ah, this girl. She had briefly turned the eighth floor of the Tranquility into an arctic wasteland a few months before he'd been pulled from that ship to this one, and she'd posted to the network apologizing for it, rather tearfully. Other than that, he'd never interacted with her, but her presence had seemed... what? Gentle?
He looks at her when she asks after him. She has very light hair, blue eyes, pale skin... not tiny, but not physically imposing, either.]
I'm all right.
[He doesn't move to stand, but pulls his brows together in a slight frown, interested rather than disapproving.]
The snow... how did that happen?