There's a joke in there somewhere, something to do with flying and being high out of their minds, but Effy dismisses it, almost angry at the thought for interrupting those of weightlessness and serenity. Like the party, it's both quiet and loud out here, but the sounds of the wind are nothing like the music, something more natural, more powerful. Something glorious.

"I've never flown before!" She shouts back, something she might find lamentable — try everything once, after all, and it did look fun in those movies — if she were anywhere approaching sober. But she isn't, and in this moment, she never wants to be again.