That it's not. [ Haruka takes a deep breath to return to the present. How many times is she going to go through this cycle, she wonders - frustration returning to cool-headedness, returning to frustration when she thinks she's gotten complacent? She's worse than the Ferris wheel. There has to be a way home. She (and Michiru) just haven't hit on it yet. ]
You should come to my class again sometime. I'll teach you to race.
[ All over this comparatively tiny prison. It does such a good job of looking spacious from up here... ]