"Hey, hey, hey," Jupiter says, as calm and placating as she can manage (success questionable). Her fingers flex and flutter a little, but she doesn't move to unwind Trudy's fingers from her clothes. Not so long as she seems tense, at least. "I got you. You're good."

She turns her chin up, taking stock of their surroundings. "Anyway..." she begins, thinking over what she sees. "We're in Hyperion's memory for sure. So curse him."

Nevermind that they're both riding young Claudia like she's one of those quarter pony rides outside the Family Dollar. "Ready to climb, Gertjert?"