He really floored her.

I’ve never been particularly good at the fine art of conversation. In fact, to put it bluntly, I’m fucking awful at it. So there is perhaps a bit of the author in this one. Not that I feel it’s appropriate to sink through the floor when someone is talking to you, of course. I wouldn’t dream of making such a faux pas.

Everyone knows leaping out the nearest window is the correct, socially acceptable way to elegant exit a conversation you no longer wish to be part of. But, see, this story takes place on a spaceship, so I can’t have people jumping through windows.

Well, I could. It’d be messy, though…