"It's fine," replies Faye, voice quick yet hushed. She understands when people want to marvel at the world below from such a height, as there's something undeniably majestic about it all. The waters are calmer from above, and the world seemingly small, yet here— uniquely, here— endless still. It's the very type of wonder that brought her to signing up for all those space missions, the first commercial flights, and the very thing which inadvertently sent her down this long, winding, impossible path. "Believe me, no matter what my dreams were as a girl, it's not exactly like I predicted having something like this to myself, either. Even after you don't go up for months, you... start to forget what it's like."

Lips thin, Faye releases some of the pressure on the craft before opening a small window to the side and letting her towel fall open while her craft continues ahead on autopilot. "Hand me the bag?" she asks, eyes watching close as the marbles fall into the ocean, white foam rising to the surface after.