[Without propulsion the spin is slowing, but Lacus makes no move to hinder its gradual decline in speed. Her arms slip around his neck, more for comfort than because her equilibrium is off, and she keeps looking directly into his eyes. Because they are so close together, enough that she can feel the rise and fall of his chest against her as he breathes, it is all the more important that she not break their eye contact and upset his balance.]
[For now, she doesn't speak, only gives him a gentle smile. It seems like he is enjoying the moment and she wouldn't want to disrupt that.]