[color=edc393]"Sentient cosmic force?"[/color] Sam said questioningly with a wry snicker. [color=edc393]"If I heard something like that a few weeks ago, I'd have called it bullshit. But now? I'd buy it."[/color] After a short pause, Sam looked behind his seat, to Elm, asking, [color=edc393]"Can I show my face, here? Not like there's much point in keeping it hidden."[/color]
Elm had held on to the seatbelt as the ship blasted off, using its propulsion systems to keep it in place when needed. When the Sworder left Earth, Elm undid the seatbelt, noting the Sworder had artificial gravity, as it wasn't floating up. "No, there isn't. Go ahead." It answered, having already gathered much, if not everyone in the group knew of Sam's identity.
Looking back to Shara, Sam moved his right hand to the side of the helmet, and pressed and held the button there, making the faceplate slide up, showing Sam's deathly-pale skin, glassy, near colourless eyes, and lack of a scar or stubble beard. [color=edc393]"Boo."[/color] He said flatly, lacing his hand together behind his head in an awkward way, leaning back in the seat.