"It must feel some way." She peered down into the machine, trying to imagine herself hurtling in it. "You fly an airplane too," she accused.
He nodded.
"I bet it feels just like gridding. And it takes longer."
"Gridding." He snorted, mildly. "There's no sensation at all to gridding."
"Then how does it feel to fly?" she prodded.
Brendel moved restlessly, bored. "Let's get going."
"We just got here, stupid," she protested.
He was already pulling her to the corner grid. "I'm getting hungry."
She tried to jerk her arm free but couldn't. "How long will you be here?" she called back, swatting Brendel's arm.
He lifted his shoulders and dropped them.