After a little more squinting, Rachette's eyes widened. "I see it!" A moment later, she tempered her excitement, clearing her throat. "And there's the tail, and the head over there. I think I understand."

Maybe a little wine will help. It sure can't hurt. She busies herself with a hefty swallow and passes it back. "I think, too, that it proves you surfacers spend too much time looking up at the big expansive nothingness." She means it well, though, with a little smile still lingering.