Norton laughed. "Sure. Like you could row a battleship with a rusty broom handle. Have you got the remotest idea of how far we are from anything?"
"No."
"Neither have I."
"All right. Where's your damned exercising machine?"
"Below. I'll show you. I want to cut the paragrav generator by half, anyway."
"Paragrav?"
"Pseudo-gravity," said Norton crisply. "You've noticed there's still an up and down? That's it. But the damned thing radiates heat like mad, along with producing its gravitic field. I want to conserve all the heat we can. With a full complement of survivors, this space can stay more than comfortably warm. But with only three, it radiates more than is comfortable. Come on, Andrews. I'll show you this crate, too."
Alice felt the gravitic pull diminish, and then Norton was back in the main room of the lifeship. He came over and sat down beside her.
"Cold, kid?"
Alice shivered. "Just a little. Is this going to get worse?"