Stewart dug out from under the miscellany of dislodged gear that had
buried him in his acceleration couch.
"Good landing," he grumbled at McAllister, whose hands were still
trembling at the controls, "--all six of them."
White-faced, Carol recovered her composure by releasing her hair from
its free-fall net. "I wasn't sure," she whispered, "whether he was
going to land or just play bounce."