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Scout pushed off from the floor, sailing smoothly until her fingertips grasped the back of her seat and she pulled herself into the correct configuration to fasten the restraints.
Daisy managed the same with the smallest of finger-flicks away from the ramp, sliding into her own seat with an easy grace Scout envied.
Tucker, on the other hand, was tumbling end over end in the back of the ship, unable to catch hold of anything.
“Can you push him towards the front?” Tom Tom asked. “His joining me was a bit of a last-minute decision, and I didn’t have a chance to explain anything about free fall to him.”
“Got it,” Daisy said, unbuckling from her seat and catching hold of one of Tucker’s feet. “Just lay still,” she told him as she towed him to the front of the ship and pushed him down on
