[Dusty takes a quick step forward when she starts to tumble over backward, reaching out instinctively, though he brings his arm back right away because she was, after all, declining his help when she stumbled backward.

But then she takes his hand and he sighs out a little relieved breath.]

It must be like being in anti-gravity or something. Can you like...walk? Walk on air? Or is it like in the space movies where you just float and can't get anywhere?

[A laugh, abruptly.]

Sorry! So many questions.