One second she's out in the wilds of Africa, leaping from one tree branch towards another, and now she's... floating? Or, at least, carrying on her momentum in 0G, heading towards one wall.
She reacts with remarkable quickness, getting over her surprise and just going with it, somersaulting in the air and 'landing' on her feet. She hits, bouncing off, somewhat slowed, while trying to figure out what kind of place this is. Given the unknown nature of it all, she's already got a knife in hand.
To anyone else's view, a young man in early 1800's clothing, a mix of American frontier-wear and Native-American garb just appears, tryint to adjust to the lack of gravity. Not far away, some sort of beige wood, leather and metal winged contraption appears, adjusting and taking naturally to flight.
In the Gymnasium
She reacts with remarkable quickness, getting over her surprise and just going with it, somersaulting in the air and 'landing' on her feet. She hits, bouncing off, somewhat slowed, while trying to figure out what kind of place this is. Given the unknown nature of it all, she's already got a knife in hand.
To anyone else's view, a young man in early 1800's clothing, a mix of American frontier-wear and Native-American garb just appears, tryint to adjust to the lack of gravity. Not far away, some sort of beige wood, leather and metal winged contraption appears, adjusting and taking naturally to flight.