"My name is Steel," she repeats firmly in Italian, using her word for Steel.
She looks at the stream. "Interesting. There's only the tiniest haze of fog outside the ship, but inside has as much fog as ever. I wonder..." She droops a bit. "If I try to do something fifty feet off to the left of the ship, it flies away behind us. If I do something five feet outside it, it sort of... Shears. The more distant parts fall away faster than the closer parts. And if I do something inside the ship, it decays noticeably faster but continues to exist. Large vehicles or heavy loads can disrupt roads a little. Maybe the stream wants to be stationary relative to nearby matter."
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She looks at the stream. "Interesting. There's only the tiniest haze of fog outside the ship, but inside has as much fog as ever. I wonder..." She droops a bit. "If I try to do something fifty feet off to the left of the ship, it flies away behind us. If I do something five feet outside it, it sort of... Shears. The more distant parts fall away faster than the closer parts. And if I do something inside the ship, it decays noticeably faster but continues to exist. Large vehicles or heavy loads can disrupt roads a little. Maybe the stream wants to be stationary relative to nearby matter."