[OKAY so. A benefit to living with someone who is spouting off about space all the time is that Rogue knows not to scream. If she holds her breath, she has a chance of not... instantly... exploding. Just dying of exposure. Which is better, to her mind, than exploding.
But then she notices that she is not cold. And that those are not just planets, floating around the Earth.
And that Clay is there. Talking. About Earth.
...where is a wall that she can bang her head into?
Cautiously, she exhales and breathes... okay. Good.
Well... she tries to approach her captain first, but then he just... floats out of the way. Awkward. One of the objects orbiting the planet comes whizzing by, and Rogue grabs instinctively bats it away -- a brightly glowing star.]
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But then she notices that she is not cold. And that those are not just planets, floating around the Earth.
And that Clay is there. Talking. About Earth.
...where is a wall that she can bang her head into?
Cautiously, she exhales and breathes... okay. Good.
Well... she tries to approach her captain first, but then he just... floats out of the way. Awkward. One of the objects orbiting the planet comes whizzing by, and Rogue grabs instinctively bats it away -- a brightly glowing star.]