Oh, fuck me.
Being in space, where gravity was not a thing, was one thing. Being inside this bloody mecha getting flipped around when he wasn't the one piloting was quite another. Gritting his teeth, Ari practically dug his short nails into the armrests of his seat as they dove and then flipped upside-down, his stomach lurching, but he tried not to show it as he tilted his head back and gazed at the storm lighting the skies.
"That's...pretty," he said, still gripping the armrests tightly. "Ain't seen one of those in ages. Huh. Hope it ain't headed for my ship."