[He can climb down the ladder well enough on his own without help and he opens the door, gesturing for Adam to follow. Backbiter's in its makeshift scabbard on his back just in case and he's slowly walking down the hall to the elevator.]

I think that's probably something we can both agree on. Hopefully Alice will lay off the bullshit for part of tomorrow, too. [He's pulling the envelope out of his pocket, slapping it against his open palm. His left wrist still holds the pink sparkly scrunchie that belongs to the Clover, and once they're in the elevator he closes his eyes and leans against the wall.]

Think about it this way. They don't make zero-g rooms in Virginia, do they?