Now that he'd decided to go in while the gravity was suspended, nothing was going to stop him. If he needed to lash himself to the chair like some sort of asylum patient being strapped down to a bed, that was what he would do, damn it — though hopefully in at least a slightly more dignified manner.

"Why is that?" he challenged, eyebrow raised. It was needlessly antagonistic to ask, of course, because they both knew. A part of him was certain that she wouldn't say it out loud, and another part was hoping that she would, just so he would have the opportunity to snap at her. Not as though anything that was frustrating him about this situation was really her fault, but — any haven in a storm, as the saying went.