Arya was surprised she hadn't passed out, every inch of her little body shaking as it was with the anticipation of the impending jump. Then, finally, it was time.  They were counting down. Just like in old documentaries, they were going to launch, everything was out of their way. She strained her eyes, already gripping the railings so tightly that her knuckles, and fingers had turned white, staring out into space and trying to spot the first signs of the distortion, or whatever was going to carry them off into the beyond.<br/><br/>Unlike many of the others, she didn't startle during the jarring and shaking that shocked the ship.  She stared intently forward, straight into the maw of darkness that was growing before them all. Then they were moving forward, she felt someone reach out and grip her arm. Tightly, painfully tight. The ship shook harder as they edged forward into the 'tunnel', and soon she found herself down on her knees, and the grip on her arm had loosened, but she still appreciated the support of whoever it was. She didn't dare look, she couldn't miss a moment, not a second, not a millisecond.  She could die, they could all die at any moment, but her gaze stayed fixed forward at the path ahead of them.  If she did die, she would die without looking back, without a single regret.  She would die taking one of the greatest technological leaps forward that mankind had ever taken. And then...<br/><br/>They smoothed out. She felt the ship settle down, the tremors becoming more and more gentle until they finally disappeared altogether. She still didn't look away, at least not right away. She sighed again, and with that sigh her body finally stopped shaking.  She'd lived through it all, and now it had finally begun. And with that realization came the understanding of exactly how hungry she was, since she hadn't eaten anything at all since the day before, since she was so nervous about the launch. Ironically, her stomach chose to voice it's own opinion on the matter right after she heard Mordecai ask if anybody was injured. She felt her face go a little red, and she finally closed her eyes, letting herself calm down from the hype she had been in until that point.<br/><br/>After a little bit she felt calm enough to open her eyes again and try standing up, her legs still a little shaky, but otherwise she was perfectly unharmed. (though her left arm was taking a considerable beating today, first slamming her shoulder into the railing, and then Mordecai grabbing her lower arm.) "<span style="color: deepskyblue">I'm fine, a little bruised up, but mostly just hungry... </span>" as soon as she looked up she found herself staring out through the view port again, this time with a bit of a sentimental grin on her face. Even hungry, bruised, and drenched in sweat from work and stress, she felt like she didn't want to leave it.  But she knew she would have to, they wouldn't let all of the civilians and technicians stay on the bridge for much longer.  Everyone had things to do.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>