Well not quite. You're not Batman and can't breathe in space and I don't think I could hold out for more then five minutes in the outer atmo.

[The first words were laughed out as Devi spiraled them up, adding a soft humming as they went, only pausing it to speak again. They'd climbed a few feet and each step lead them closer to the distant horizon. Devi's shirt clung to her frame now, showing the curve of hip that was usually hidden under something and the water that was blinked off her lashes didn't see to bother her a bit.]

If we danced on the ground, (that'd be boring) [leaned in and spoken like a secret] and we'd mess up all the lovely plates that are going to form. Plus, I think the view is much better up here.

[Devi didn't get to showboat often, she'd take the chance where she could.]