"I don't think it's quite that bad, Gracie. Normal cups should be just fine."
If anything, Steve was more sure now that he wouldn't be the cause of a catastrophe, banging into to or falling over anything. He had most of his bearings now. Steve glanced out the window, watching the scenery flash by. The sun was starting to tip toward the earth, but there was still sunlight left.
"Do you think anyone's going to recognize me, Grace?" he asked, seriousness creeping into his voice.
"Or am I going to be that weirdo who disappeared and reappeared?"