Hmmm...The first one!

In that case she's going to throw together a little hill-climbing optimizer, to find which combination of turning radius, length, diameter, and airspeed works best and let that work in the background while she tries to figure out what on off Earth is going on.

She takes a deep breath and stares at her notes again. Something about experiment A looks wrong. For the amount of Air she moved, and the density of the Air, it should have had a bigger effect. Maybe the density of the Air is changing?

She skims back through the forb's measurements, and while the density of Air is changing, it's not changing enough to explain the discrepancy.

Maybe the forb lost more fixity field effectors when it was damaged compared to power generation, pattern storage, etc.?

She pulls up the forb's diagnostics screen, and bluescreens for a moment. The forb's reported radius of effect is way too small for the volume of air she moved.

She tries grabbing all the air she can reach and throwing it again, just to be sure.

"Maybe something about local spacetime makes the same radius of effect stretch further," she tells herself. But she knows it's a self-deception, and she's strong enough to think the truth.

She's a scientist -- she's used to thinking in terms of fundamental particles, equations, and an uncaring universe. It feels wrong, impossible even, to think that she can do anything right now except through her forb. She's not even running on this new world's physics, not really. She's in simulation, still composed of the same quarks and leptons she's always been made of.

But.

She's a scientist. And science isn't, actually, about particles and equations. It's about looking at the world and seeing it as it is. And she moved the air. She touched the Light.

Her old universe didn't care what she thought, so she made it care. With machines and fixity devices and ten thousand helping hands, she beat it into a shape where nobody goes hungry. Where nobody needs to die until they want to. Where nobody needed to fear falling from orbit.

Her old universe didn't care what she thought, but it seems like maybe this one might. And she's scared. She doesn't want to crash, doesn't want her story to end like that. Maybe she would survive -- forbs are tough -- but she's not even sure if Newton's laws of motion apply here. She has no idea what a collision would do.

So she crosses her fingers, and tells herself that it's not silly if it might work, and tries not to think too much about a mechanism ...

What happens if she tries to just ... fly?

....

She soars.

"Oh thank all the gods," she exclaims. Her heartbeat pounds as she levels out her flight, relief coursing through her.

Now that she's not imminently crashing, she dares to pay more attention to her more distant surroundings. She had been steering for the ocean, but now she wants to find somewhere she can land, and spend a moment reveling in not-crashing, and maybe find out what passes for cells and biochemistry here so she can get a head start on getting her body back.

She scans the landscape below her for forests. You can learn a lot by looking at a forest.

You're welcome!

Okay, technically Azerosa-itself had nothing to do with this, but she will gladly take the credit - it's not like anyone else did either.

Hey!  We helped!

Now, where's a good forest...

Here's a great forest!

(Elsewhere entirely, what might be gods watch with curious intent.)