Nerva: "I- uh; thanks. I feel more.. together. But let's... while we still have a few moments.."

Nerva: "...Let's try to logic-out what we know-- or can GUESS..."

Nerva: "Like-- if it's UNAWARE of us, WHY are we flying thru space?"

Thomas: "Well.. it would appear that perhaps there are some RESIDUOOAL physics in effect--"

Nerva: "But-- if that's so, why the FLYING instead of PLUMMETTING?"

Thomas:"Hmm.. maybe the OUTSIDE is normal-- & in THIS room, we're just carrying-over our MOMENTUM from our ENTRY--"

Nerva: "Doesn't that put is in th' awkward position of UNTEATHER'D ASTRONAUTS-- meaning, if we don't snag on to those THINGS, we could drift FOREVAH?"

Thomas: "Mayhaps-- let's spread out to arm's length to increase our grabbiting chances!"

Thomas: "HEEERE IT COMES!"

Nerva: "YE GODS!"