[Really, he has no objections to riding the MEKA back inside--it's just the surprise and the lack of time to orient himself that gets him. He tries to shift, gloved hands scrabbling for purchase on a surface not necessarily designed to carry a person on top.
He’s still cursing up a storm, at least until it feels like he’s not about to fall off. When he realizes that they’re heading upward, he gets a little more creative.]
You got a handhold on this thing?!
[Not that he thinks she can hear him over the sound of the rockets.]
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[Really, he has no objections to riding the MEKA back inside--it's just the surprise and the lack of time to orient himself that gets him. He tries to shift, gloved hands scrabbling for purchase on a surface not necessarily designed to carry a person on top.
He’s still cursing up a storm, at least until it feels like he’s not about to fall off. When he realizes that they’re heading upward, he gets a little more creative.]
You got a handhold on this thing?!
[Not that he thinks she can hear him over the sound of the rockets.]