"The Maker has plans," she says, "But they're not always predictive."

"The Force sounds very useful."

"Yeah. There's physical stuff too, like you can use it to be faster and stronger, heal more quickly..."

"How strong?"

"Stronger than I look. I bet I could carry you around."

"I'd like to see that."

"Now?"

"Seems a convenient time."

"Here goes, then."

She scoops Rodanthe up, one arm beneath her legs and the other supporting her back.

The balance is a little awkward given Rodanthe's sheer size - and she's significantly heavier than she should be, too, just from looking at her.

Salacis staggers a little, but keeps her footing and starts walking again.

"How do you like it?"

Entirely unhelpful languid sprawl. "You're very strong, yes."

"I think for longer distances we'd have to come up with a better position, though."

"It could use some refining," she says, "Which is quite fortunately also a skill of mine."

"Oh, good."

She's starting to breathe more heavily.

Amused smirk.

Salacis makes it a little further before setting Rodanthe back down.

"A good first attempt."

"You'll have to help me improve for the next one."

"I intend to."

"I can't wait."

"Good."

(Sadly, it seems they'll be waiting for Salacis's Master - she's not there yet when the two arrive at the pick up location.)

"Looks like we have some time to kill."

"With more pleasant company than before."

"And more range of motion than afforded by a stasis pod."