"That's kind of fucked up," Neptune says, and raises an eyebrow, but it also looks like she's trying not to laugh. It's the casualness with which the stranger speaks that makes it funny, how she reclines in the air on her back like the lack of atmosphere doesn't bother her. If Neptune stops moving and concentrates for a second, she can make the water gathered in her helmet leak down through her hair and off into space, but that's about it. Even that leaves her breathless for a moment.

"Show me how to make wings."