Michael gets another strong desire to kiss her, but he definitely can’t in this position, so he just strokes her leg absently with his fingers while he thinks.
“Aside from trying to forget about how I’ve shit myself?” he says. “Well, there’s not as much gravity, right? I’d jump around a lot. I bet you could jump really high. Hey, I wonder if they’ll do that tonight. How could you resist? And it’s dusty, right, so I’d make dust angels. Maybe a castle, like at the beach. And go exploring, of course. And look at the Earth and stars. It seems empty but I think there would be a lot to do. And that's just if I was running around by myself, which I wouldn't be anyway. What about you?”