Olivia hesitated just one more second, then pressed the detonator on another explosive. She felt the floor shudder under her again, and bits of metal went flying in the distance, tearing up the organic walls and spraying greenish blood into the air.  Then the gravity came back—for a second or so—and everything thumped to the floor. She felt the brief pressure against her legs and spine, and the protest from her suit as it adjusted to the unexpected change in orientation. But she was still standing on the “floor,” so she didn’t go drifting.