He indulged in an irritated sigh at the last lurch of the ship, seated within the room that served as his quarters. The price paid for keeping off the webway for now seemed as something that would always wear at him. He quickly unfastened himself and flowing up to his feet, stretched in every direction his body would allow. It wasn't the stillness that bothered him, stillness he could handle. He had kept himself entirely still for well onto a day the one time, simply to keep an ideal vantage point he watched a community of Eldar from.<br/><br/>No, it was the sense of restraint that birthed the tension roiling in his limbs. The idea of being able to move whenever he so wished, however he so wished, was near and dear to him as a dancer, and it wasn't even as though there was a willing choice involved to sublimate it in this situation.<br/><br/>He slipped out of his shirt, leaving him in just tight pants and flip belt. He wanted to feel air on his flesh, even if it was the recycled kind. And the mask of course, he felt an impulse towards it.<br/><br/>And with that he was out in the cavernous halls of the ship, his motions at first languid, spiralling around in broad sweeps of his legs, moving slowly into a tempo that sounded only in his mind. Smooth muscles flexed and stretched as he arched his back, bending over backwards until he was in a handstand. And then propped up by one hand. And then in impossible grace, by a pair of fingertips. And then he was still. Perfectly still. By choice. As if making a point of the act to himself and the universe.<br/><br/>He drew out the pose for a while, until, with a controlled strain of his body against himself, he pushed up into a flip in the air of his body end over end, and from there he was a blur, tumbling through the halls of the ship, spinning off of pipes, running up walls, curling into a ball mid air to hurtle through small gaps in wiring and tubes. At times building enough momentum where it seemed he was effortlessly gliding through the air in leaps that he took, lithe frame outstretched, forcing himself enough against artificial atmosphere to give it a bit of current to pass over him.<br/><br/>It was soothing.