Glory, whose concentration was solely on her muscles, jumped at Alfie's arrival, producing a small yelp of surprise and embarrassment as she hurried to straighten herself out. She sprang to her feet in a surprisingly graceful jump that launched her into a standing position. Glory kept her head down, her cheeks burning with shame. "I um... sorry about that. I do... stretches. A lot. You know. Dancing." Oh God he probably thought she was such a freak. Then again, she kind of was. What was with her lately? She had no idea how this rocket stuff had suddenly become so fascinating. This time last year she probably would've thought it was stupid, but this year... what had changed?
Glory only allowed the awkward pause to last for a few seconds before she cleared her throat and forced herself to look up at Alfie. "Um. Yeah. So I have all the launch stuff set up," she waved over to the launch pad. "Do you want to do that now? I figured you'd want to light the match and set everything off and stuff." Boys. They liked that kind of thing. Which was just fine with Glory, since she didn't particularly want to do it herself; she much rather be holding the little camcorder she'd brought to tape the rocket's flight.