With the ships pressurized, Sarah opened the hatch and hopped out and ... floated, flailing, a bit into a wall. "I hate space already ..." she grumbled as she worked her way to the catwalk, then just clinging to the railing for a second while she tried getting her feet under her and not fly off again. "No I haven't heard of OZ, or Gjallahorn, or Peacecraft." she said once she 'had her legs under her'.

"Anyway, gravity? can we go some where with gravity? I'd like some gravity" She added, sounding kinda miserable being in low G.