They were coming in for a landing. The pony flying her had kept her speed to a minimum, moving in a gentle straight line without any sudden curves. Nothing that might dislodge her by accident. Even still, James could feel the power of the one she was riding. She could feel the muscles through her suit, lean and strong. Was this fitness typical of the aliens, or was she an Olympian among them? Guess everyone must be strong if they fly everywhere.