Needed some action/drama.
“Fine. I’m in shock.” Clumsily — too clumsily — Tobias pushed himself up to a sitting position on the bed. “Or maybe it’s a stroke too small for you to deduce. It’s suddenly hard to move. Like I have to push harder to get my arms to respond.”
.Interesting. How is your fine motor control?
Tobias rubbed his fingers. “Huh. That’s not so hard.”
Excellent. Pick up something, and drop it.
Tobias eyes’ widened as he realized what Asenath was implying — but he grabbed a pillow on the bed, brought it to eye level, and let go. It fell fast. A little too fast.
I estimate twelve feet per second, squared. A bit less than the gravity of Mars. Asenath’s voice had a certain… hesitancy to it, almost as if she didn’t want to tell Tobias. I suggest that you instead concentrate on the air temperature and humidity, Commander.