"Nope." He doesn't mind taking part of her weight. She seems heavier than he would have thought - but, then, there's no reason decreased gravity would do anything to the density of a person. "You're going to take a couple hours off." He is not going to work potentially their best ally to exhaustion.
He might work himself to exhaustion, though.
"We should have done this earlier," he tells her, apologetically. They traverse the hallways, past the cafeteria and the adjoining rooms, through a set of double doors. Then he holds a final door open for her, and there's the pool. Not exactly Olympic length, but enough to swim laps.
"There are some clothes, suitable for swimming," he says. "Bathing suits like women on Earth wear, or options with more coverage if you would rather."
Mars is dry, isn't it? Has she ever seen a pool before?
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He might work himself to exhaustion, though.
"We should have done this earlier," he tells her, apologetically. They traverse the hallways, past the cafeteria and the adjoining rooms, through a set of double doors. Then he holds a final door open for her, and there's the pool. Not exactly Olympic length, but enough to swim laps.
"There are some clothes, suitable for swimming," he says. "Bathing suits like women on Earth wear, or options with more coverage if you would rather."
Mars is dry, isn't it? Has she ever seen a pool before?