I took a couple of steps into the HabiTrail, and then stopped dead, earning a bad look from the shaikujin —still jacked into his portacomp—who tripped on my heel and collided into my back. I couldn't help it; I'd never had a chance to look at a suborbital from this close up before, and I certainly wasn't going to pass it up so he could get to his complimentary pretakeoff gin and tonic a couple of seconds sooner.