“All strapped in?” The stewardess smiled a plastic smile, convincing enough for any run-of-the mill passenger, her hands in a holding pattern halfway to his shoulders.
“Not sure, sorry...” He gestured at the array of restraints, gave a wan shrug.
“First time going into orbit? Let me…” She’d done it a thousand times, a million, she’d probably done it in free-fall behind her back while holding a cup of coffee; it took seconds. “There, now.”
“Thank you, miss.”
The smile warmed. “Buzz if you need anything, I’ll come back once the burns are done.” She gave him a gentle pat on his upper chest, more like a daughter than a stranger. “You’re going to love it.” She made her way back though the cabin.
A businessman across the aisle whispered, “I think she likes you.”
He snorted. They’d made him sign waivers, a man his age. “Just afraid I’ll croak.”