"We don't have a top speed, just a top 'thrust' force of three gees, so unless it's got a frankly ridiculous way of moving, we can accel much faster, given our relative size."

She sighs warmly and smiles.

A nervous laughter escapes her and a brilliant smile cuts across her face.

She stares at its fins long enough to recognize what she is looking at and gasps. "Solar sails!" She bounces in place and points. "It's fins are solar sails!"

Sable bops her forehead with the heel of her palm, then shakes her head. "Of course! Ugh, w—I feel like a ditz for not thinking of that. That's so fucking cool."

She glances at the two of them. "Second best day of my life, easily." She whispers.

"Glad you've had a better day than this one, because this is far out." Eve smiles and stretches, looking out at the whole scene; the starfield, the nebula, and the filter-feeder (?) floating through it.

It's hard to beat... becoming a... Even in her own mind she has trouble saying the words. She sighs.

As they brave getting closer to the beast, they spot a crab on its skin.

"That's a crab." She lies, knowing full well that she must have told a falsehood.

"But why would there be crabs in space -" 

The crab bunches its many legs on the surface of the beast, and leaps towards the ship. 

"It's coming this way!"

"CRAAAAAB!"

"Shit!" She cranks the attitude orb hard, pitching up and yawing right, aiming perpendicular to their previous course and also angled firmly away. She pushes the throttle all the way to the maximum, aiming to get as much distance as possible and dodge it. "Shit shit shit shit shit."

It's getting closer, gliding silently across the void toward them. She's trying to dodge it as best she can, but it has a little gas bladder it can use to course correct.

"Everybody brace!"