"Maybe so," Major Winship said. "But we can't have the dome fall down around all our ears." He stood. "Whew! You guys stay put."
He crossed with the floating moon-motion to the airlock and entered, closing the door behind him. The darkness slowly filled with air, and the temperature inside the suit declined steadily. At the proper moment of pressure, the inner lock slid open and Major Winship stepped into the illuminated central area. His foot was lifted for the second step when the floor beneath him rose and fell gently, pitching him forward, off balance. He stumbled against the table and ended up seated beside the radio equipment. The ground moved again.
"Charlie! Charlie!"
"I'm okay," Major Winship answered. "Okay! Okay!"
"It's—"
There was additional surface movement. The movement ceased.
"Hey, Les, how's it look?" Capt. Wilkins asked.
"Okay from this side. Charlie, you still okay?"
"Okay," Major Winship said. "We told them this might happen," he added bitterly.