[ 'But where would the bananas come from?' she wants to ask, except they've got far more pressing concerns than that and she knows a losing battle when she sees one. ]
[ Instead, she focuses on taking precautions to avoid this becoming a very unfortunate entry on some 'Funniest Home Videos' TV show. She only narrowly manages to keep from startling out of her balance at the first wobble but is quick to recover and correct for any shifting thereafter. (Don't worry, she's not looking. She may as well just commit to never lowering her eyes again for the rest of her natural and or unnatural existence, at this point.) Approximately the time he speaks again, she finishes with her preparations. With a nod, ]
Ready.
[ Turning, she skims her eyes straight past him to focus on the side of the sphere. The look she gives it is approximately the same one she'd give a snake with fangs fully primed and rattle shaking overtime if she were the poor sucker who had to grab the thing and extract its venom to help the even poorer suckers who actually got bitten. Hesitant, she very carefully adjusts the rest of her body to face the wall properly, attempting not to let her footing jar anything or unbalance the ball. ]
Should we - count, or...?
[ Because as willing as she is to give this plan a try, she can't help picturing herself mistiming it and immediately faceplanting directly into the side the second they start moving. Are these things even built for two people? ]
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[ Instead, she focuses on taking precautions to avoid this becoming a very unfortunate entry on some 'Funniest Home Videos' TV show. She only narrowly manages to keep from startling out of her balance at the first wobble but is quick to recover and correct for any shifting thereafter. (Don't worry, she's not looking. She may as well just commit to never lowering her eyes again for the rest of her natural and or unnatural existence, at this point.) Approximately the time he speaks again, she finishes with her preparations. With a nod, ]
Ready.
[ Turning, she skims her eyes straight past him to focus on the side of the sphere. The look she gives it is approximately the same one she'd give a snake with fangs fully primed and rattle shaking overtime if she were the poor sucker who had to grab the thing and extract its venom to help the even poorer suckers who actually got bitten. Hesitant, she very carefully adjusts the rest of her body to face the wall properly, attempting not to let her footing jar anything or unbalance the ball. ]
Should we - count, or...?
[ Because as willing as she is to give this plan a try, she can't help picturing herself mistiming it and immediately faceplanting directly into the side the second they start moving. Are these things even built for two people? ]