[ She cranes her head backward, following his gesture to squint closer at the hanging compartments, the little doors, the precariously-swaying seats. ]
Never. What's to enjoy about it? Do you just... sit?
[ There's something restless about the young woman, the way she fidgets from foot-to-foot, the sense of physical activity being held in tight rein. She's not accustomed to sitting still with nothing to do, and an aimless experience to savour just for the experience. Honestly, she could probably do with learning to be less tightly-wound. ]
I've ridden shuttles, but this one looks like it just goes in circles.
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Never. What's to enjoy about it? Do you just... sit?
[ There's something restless about the young woman, the way she fidgets from foot-to-foot, the sense of physical activity being held in tight rein. She's not accustomed to sitting still with nothing to do, and an aimless experience to savour just for the experience. Honestly, she could probably do with learning to be less tightly-wound. ]
I've ridden shuttles, but this one looks like it just goes in circles.